After drinking the champagne.
Kissing the wife was not tame.
Saturnalia came without fear.
Hold on for a Happy New Year.
Though vaccinations may sting.
Post shots we all will sing.
Fill the pubs and have some beers.
Hold on for a Happy New Year.
2020 has come and gone.
Prudent we step to 2021.
Covid19 will slowly disappear.
Hold on for a Happy New Year.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: January 4th, 2021 10:38
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 29
Comments3
Good write Jerry. Happy New Year to you too!
I will be there and will see you in the pub one day.
Andy
so true, those 'freshly pulled' beers at our local 'public houses' taste so much better than a 'can of beer at home' for some reason, lol
liked the hopeful tint to your words Jerry, a good read
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