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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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A. Sharma Avatar
October 8, 2015 at 1:55 AM
Awesome write Seren! Congrats on big win!
A  Avatar
October 2, 2015 at 10:52 PM
nice win
Nunez Avatar
October 1, 2015 at 4:45 PM
Thought provoking write, Seren. Bet the first sponsor wanted festive writes, but this is still a very good one with relevant issues for our time. So finally, congrats! Kim
A   Avatar
April 2, 2015 at 7:06 PM
Seren,, Thank you for the sweet reply to my comment. Love LINDA
Lamoureux Avatar
March 22, 2015 at 10:47 AM
I can relate, thankfully my wife and I have new more joyful experiences to draw upon. Congratulations on your win and for bringing awareness to this problem.
Roberts Avatar
March 29, 2015 at 6:05 PM
thanks Richard so many homes are affected in this way......Seren
A   Avatar
March 21, 2015 at 7:31 PM
Seren, Congratulations on your HM. Thank you for supporting one of my contest. Stop by my latest blog "Old Men In Blue Jeans" if you'd like. Enjoy, LOVE LINDA
Roberts Avatar
March 21, 2015 at 9:47 PM
thank you Linda .....Seren
Yvonne Avatar
January 5, 2015 at 10:06 AM
A very different view with social commentary well done!
Roberts Avatar
January 6, 2015 at 8:07 AM
thank you Maurice, unfortunately it wasnt what was wanted , given myself must do better lines.....lol....Seren
Allison Avatar
January 2, 2015 at 12:58 PM
The festive times can be a nightmare for some with domestic related incidents greatly increased at this time of year - great write Seren:-( Hugs jan xx
Roberts Avatar
January 2, 2015 at 10:02 PM
Hi Jan thought I would write about another way of thinking especially with the festivities at New Year....Seren
Lamoureux Avatar
January 2, 2015 at 8:26 AM
I can relate, growing up the Holidays were not the joyous occasion they should have been.
Roberts Avatar
January 2, 2015 at 12:27 PM
Sorry to read that Richard, at least you made sure for your family it was.....Seren
Chircop Avatar
January 2, 2015 at 1:26 AM
A powerful message Serene..Yes so many suffer in silence while We are making another New year toast.Hope you have a great year ahead sweet gal.
Roberts Avatar
January 2, 2015 at 5:18 AM
Thanks Charmaine. yes i know of few families where beer takes over reason....Seren
Vaso Avatar
January 1, 2015 at 8:52 PM
Drunk or sober, never ever a reason to hit a woman, however I will not drink beer just in case, I will stick to spiced rum, and wee love taps on the bum! lol
Roberts Avatar
January 1, 2015 at 11:29 PM
Lol my friend, thanks for stopping and commenting, now imagining what wee love taps on my bum feel like rofl.....Seren
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