Old Year rolls towards the edge:
all but cliff-tipped and crown-cropped,
he grizzles over sticky mince pies
and thrice cooked turkey,
downs a last guzzle of mulled liquor
and stuffs his pockets with fruit cake.
.
He will have none of party preparation –
“like celebrating my own execution”.
Instead, he catches up on old TV
plays Cluedo with the kids, who call him Mr Black,
and packs for emergencies:
no-one knows how it will happen this time.
.
Still, warm gloves, tin of family biscuits,
and swimming goggles,
he’s ready to put his legs in one elastic
and catapult himself into the next place.
If it turns out less than nice,
chances are, he won’t be there for long:
Years generally quit before outstaying their welcome.
He will have none of party preparation –
“like celebrating my own execution”.
^ I LOVE those lines!
I rather got to like the chap 🙂
This really infuriated me at first. It did, seriously.
Then the tin of family biscuits just got me
So now I like this. Well done
Hey – its my own special brand of optimism 🙂
Your brand’s a bit like mine.
Get the corkscrew out. Train’s due about 4
Bring your flippers.
Never travel without them. In fact I’m wearing them now. And a swimming hat. Nothing else. which may be why people in the library are looking at me a bit askance
Marvellous. At the library? Go order the book.
Done
Brill
A nice way of bidding Goodbye 2 the ending year…
Wish you & yours a Happy New Year ahead..!!
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Thank you Akanksha. Good wishes to you too x
thanks 🙂
I think we can all relate to this.. brilliant painting here Julia 🙂 and I wish I had a quirky fellow like Duncan visiting me at the library
Nicely done! Happy New Year!