Joyful Year Straight Out of the Box to You!

The view from the new Jungle Gym, and a New Year with magical weather.

Twenty eighteen see arrive,

And we’ve made it here alive

Except for those who didn’t, quite,

But they won’t read this here tonight;

And, for that reason. they don’t count

In even teensiest amount;

Quite a few, I have no doubt,

Got here we could do without —

Politicians, you know who,

That corrupt and selfish crew,

Perhaps with luck two oh one eight

Will see them all become ‘the late’,

Much earlier, it should have been

That they were taken from the scene;

But never mind, to favoured few

Who read these words, my wish for you

Is Happy New Year in extreme,

With more success than you would dream,

And at the end of it, feel free

To have another one on me.

(As a start to the new year

I have made a boob, I fear:

Previewed the above, but then

Didn’t press the ‘Post’ again!

By the way, the firework crowd,

Brash and noisy, rude and loud;

How I’d love, when New Year comes,

To shove lit ones up their … posteriors!)

© January 2018 Colonialist