Now that Christmas has gone with it's Good Will to all Men;
Singing 'Auld lang Syne' by the Chimes of Big Ben.
The giving of Presents where the Mistletoe hangs;
To the Toast to the Year with the Joining of Hands -
It all starts again, take your Partner's and dance;
Like the disquiet and Hate from a failing Romance.
As by Old Father Thames those Members will shout;
Such Howler type Monkeys flinging it about.
The Threats and the Snarls from a Country or two;
Changing the Borders that some Cartographer drew.
A fist in the face for I don't like your Skin;
And as for your faith, Oh where to begin.
So it's now as you were like the year gone before;
It's the Trade of the Fool to expect anything more.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Everything changes but nothing changes. A good write
The Future is like the Past. Thank you for Reading and your Comment.
You are most welcome Kevin
Cold reality after festive cheer. As in your piece it slides back into our lives effortlessly.
Well writ, Kevin.
Yes , after the festive cheer the Reality like a Custard Pie in the Mush.
Thanks for Reading.
Hey ho, only another twelve months to go.....
Sharp-eyed, darkly festive—this doesn’t sugarcoat the world’s mess.
The last couplet hits like a cold wind down Thames Street.
Thank you for Reading . Its all Rinse and Repeat.
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