HNY

I have a little toaster
Its there to brown my bread
But, butter is not good for me
Its Weetabix instead

I also have a frying pan
For sausage egg and bacon
But that furs up your arteries
So its cupboard bound foresaken.

A stock of cakes made out of rice
And tasteless low fat cheese
It seems that everything thats nice
Gives you some disease

Still, I wish you all the best
For the coming brand New Year
And when its time to celebrate
Please don`t come round here !



Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2015-12-31 at 12:02

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo. I love this kind of writing. Clever and unpretentious and you do it with such confidence and ease.
2016-01-06


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very funny, also sad.
2016-01-02


Nancy Sikora
How about a little hot mulled apple cider with a splash of rum? Can't be THAT bad for you. And an apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Happy New Year!
2015-12-31



Best wishes for the new year to you too.
I won't be staying up for the fireworks but I bet they will wake me up and my two poor horrified dogs. :)
Don't forget to change your calendars. Do people still use calendars? Most have the date and time in their wrists at all times. I bet calendars will become obsolete, but where will we write all those important reminders?
Happy 2016! :)
2015-12-31