Reality Fun

It was the night before the first drink Lending hand to all the new years cheats There was not a human stirring not even a one That is not in a right mind There was laughter and food to burn Lots of good dates going on The dress was formal only in thought Wearing out the Crees in the new jeans done Danced up a storm watching the clock The 12 ending with a bang Closing in on many false promises It sounded good in conversation Trouble is many will never make it there A game we all play with words Books of knowledge should help us out The writer who may have done so gave no clue All was in the mill of the after Christmas news