Mae pawb yn yr ardd wedi bod yn gwledda.
Mae Dewi Sant wedi yfed gormod o win, yn ôl ei arfer. Mae e wedi pasio mas yng ngwely’r rhosod.
Mae Santes Dwynwen wedi bwyta gormod o dwrci. Dyw hi ddim yn gallu cau botymau ei gasog bellach.
Mae Jeff y gath wedi cymryd gormod o catnip. Mae ei llygaid hi fel soseri, ac mae hi’n cael profiad seicedelig dwys o dan y goeden Nadolig.
Mae’r chwarter-siarc wedi bwyta gormod o winwns wedi’u piclo. Mae bola tost gyda fe. Wel, basai bola tost gyda fe, tasai bola gyda fe yn y lle cyntaf.
Mae Daf y gath wedi bwyta gormod o ysgewyll. Mae hi’n drewi fel draen llawn o gig pydredig.
Mae pawb yn bwriadu bwyta’n gallach ar Ŵyl San Steffan. Ond…
Saesneg / English
437: Too much
Everyone in the garden has been feasting.
Saint David has drunk too much wine, as usual. He has passed out in the bed of roses.
Saint Dwynwen has eaten too much turkey. She can no longer button up her cassock.
Jeff the cat has taken too much catnip. Her eyes are like saucers, and she is having an intense psychedelic experience under the Christmas tree.
The quarter shark has eaten too many pickled onions. He has tummy ache. Well, he would have tummy ache, if he had a tummy in the first place.
Dave the cat has eaten too many sprouts. She stinks like a drain full of rotting meat.
Everyone is planning to eat more sensibly on Boxing Day. But…
