HAPPY NEW YEAR
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Twas the night before new year, and all through the inn,
They were drinking the whiskey and swigging the gin;
They raised up their glasses, as the countdown begun,
Said goodbye to the old year, with a mouthful of rum.
The drunks were all leaning, unable to stand,
Ten, nine, eight, seven, gives us a drink they demand,
Six, five, four, three, to the lips go the glasses,
They look round the room, gonna kiss them some lasses.
Two, one, they all shouted, the bells started ringing,
“Happy new year” the whole inn it was singing,
Up in the sky, the rockets were flying,
Everyone happy, some laughing, some crying.
This year, they all promise, will be better by far,
They say they’ll stop smoking, as they puff their cigar,
Visions all blurred, but the future is clear,
Hangovers pounding as they start the new year!
Copyright © Robert Broadbent | Year Posted 2018
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