The End of a Year

The end of the year. The pope is dead, no, not him, but the old one who liked wearing red hats There he was, driving his VW around the alps advancing slowly through the clerical ranks and suddenly, he was a pope. Many things happen at the end of this year a famous Haute Culture woman died a dame Surely, she must have been surprised so much fame unasked for. Don’t mention the war! A low-ranking officer in a secret service end up a leader of a big country, powerful like a dictator going to war against windmills. Not his plan when as a spy walking the night in Amsterdam. A very aged man becomes the president of the USA, going through the political ranks showing us that mediocrity always pays and lies win in the end. Tonight, millions of people will fill the streets watching fireworks lit up the night sky Anodyne, you say, I’m not so sure if in doubt ask the people of Ukraine So, hold tight let the new year commence wishing a happy birthday to the unborn year.