Happy New Year
Happy New Year, it’s time to fly,
Get together with others, chime,
Collect yourself and inwards cry,
Scream n’ shout at New Year’s time,
Pull down the old if need be,
Flare and dance, temper the won;
Mime, hold to ransom gaunt and Lei,
Astound the self, the gut n’ tonne.
Jig around the Christmas tree,
In the halls and pubs real bright,
Lights will own you, squint or glee,
‘Til surroundings become amie tight.
Happy New Year. Cheers to you all.
Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2019
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