After Auld Lang Syne Is Sung

The horns are squeezed the bells ring out Auld Lang Syne is sung, no one about All gone to their homes, arm in arm they walk A few bevies inside them, so they talk the talk. Of how it will be this coming year Money no object, no fighting or fear Till they get home, something seems to snap The dog is kicked, the wife gets a slap The bevies have taken over, control is nought Peace ever after, what a grand thought No use trying to coax or chivvy when like this Definitely stand away, don't get close for a kiss He will blame it on a bad pint, same as last year Makes you want to forget new year with all its fear He needs to be locked up with a few likewise men Bet he would never, beat his wife up again. So all you men and women that drinks too much this poem I hope your conscience will touch Get a grip of yourself be a man keep off the beer Give your family a break next new year For all the abused women and children that fear holiday times Penned 01/01/2015 by Seren Roberts Contest : poems that received H.M. previously