Not looking forward or back
A mainly cold, dark, wet, depressing year
Is dying at last. Die, you cur, die, die!
I am talking about the weather, here
What else? Well I’m an Englishman, aren’t I?
Newspaper article prints some new lie
About how next summer will be all sun
To go with all the other crap you buy
If you waste money ever buying one
Well this past year has been both shit and fun
The cherry bowl has a hint of manure
But without shit the fruit wouldn’t grow high
It’s nature’s way, the way it’s always done
So next year won’t be better. Also, fear
The reaper: twelve more months for him to try!
I like the negative tone of the last two lines. After all, a pessimist will never be disappointed. Having said that, I always make sure my glass is half full, or even completely full, until, I drop it all over the floor from having drunk too much. Happy New Year everyone!