Wednesday, December 28, 2011

An Early New Year's Poem

Nineteen Hundred Eighty-two
Was fading fast away
We thought we’d have a midnight party
To bring in New Year’s Day

Someone said, “Thing sure are tough”
And I said, “They’re all right”
Someone else said “You’re all nuts”
That sure did start a fight

Then there I was down on the floor
With the rest on top of me
And soon I had these two black eyes
So I could hardly see

Next thing, my nose got flattened out
And I could hardly hear
Because some great big bozo
Had stepped on my right ear

Bells started ringing, horns were blowing
To bring in New Year’s Day
So I crawled over to the door
And quietly sneaked away

I sure am glad to be at home
But I know I’ll have to pay
To get some beef steak for my eyes
So I’ll be good as new some day

Now I’m recuperating
As happy as can be
I wasn’t sure that I’d survive
Till Nineteen Hundred Eighty-three

We plan another party
Sometime this coming spring
If someone asks, “How’s the country doing?”
I ain’t gonna say a dad-burn thing!


Monday, December 26, 2011

T'was the Day After Christmas

T'was the day after Christmas
And you maybe can guess
That things at our house
Were really a mess

There was paper and boxes
And packing galore
And ribbons and scotch tape
All over the floor

We got lots of presents
I think it's because
We all still believe
There's a real Santa Claus

And though we are happy
And full of good cheer
We're glad Christmas comes
Only one day each year

Our expressions will change
To a frown from a grin
When those Christmas bills
start coming in

Happy New Year!