The Show It Is Over
The show it is over another one gone
Never ever again I decry and bemoan
Five days of eating the turkey and ham
Curries for me and the bones for dog Sam
The tree in the corner all naked and bare
Pine needles cover the carpet and chair
The presents patiently wait to be cleared
Aftershave and face balm; I have a beard
My head in bits from abundance of drink
Can hardly talk never mind clearly think
Pants must have shrunk they are too tight
My wife has left after a big row last night
I may have said that her bum was quiet big
Her father a waster and her mother a pig
Of joy, carols and merry I’ve had my fill
I tell you now you can stick your goodwill
Sink stacked high with dishes and plates
The tables a mess and the floor in a state
Sports been cancelled because of snow
The car’s frozen in so I’ve nowhere to go
T.V. is repeating twenty year old shows
I think I’ll just settle to rest and repose
Even if Christmas I sometimes besmear
Peace to you all and I’ll see you next year
Copyright © Eamon Duffin | Year Posted 2010
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