A tide now sweeps across the world
It is no longer Yule-
For Yuletide banners are re-furled –
Yule is no longer cool!

 No, this one comes with fireworks
And getting on one’s plonk,
Just round the corner our one lurks;
Arrival won’t be lonk!

 For Oz, in alcoholic haze,
Has all passed out, en masse;
It won’t be long before that phase
Here starts to come to pass!

 So twenty ten is bowing out;
It was a tricky year,
But would have been much worse, no doubt,
Had football not been here.

 But that, of course, has gone away
With twenty and eleven,
So now there’s just the devil-to-pay
For all that bit of heaven.

 But, what the heck, let’s have a ball,
And put away all fear,
And so, my wish to one and all




© December 2010 Colonialist (Letterdash/WordPress)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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