New Year's Eve

New Years Eve,
Old Lang Syne
And all that.
And you may hear
An old lady roaming the midnight streets,
Singing at the top of her voice,
And blowing her hron to her hearts content.
One too many snowballs maybe
But don't worry 
As it's only the Hooting Nanny.

Copyright © BRIAN EATHERTON | Year Posted 2012