Poetry: “NYE 2020” (a work in progress)

It’s New Year’s Eve

Almost time to leave

This wretched year of 2020

There’s so much to make me heave

And to forget about it plenty

No music, no parties, no midnight kiss(?)

Drink too much, you’ll have to piss.

Find a gal to take you home

Or stumble round while you may roam

Have hot sandwich with some Swiss

Or without it if you wish.

Here’s a toast to a better year

One without a COVID fear.

One without a bunch of tears

Or people crying in their beers.

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