The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Farewell Then, Old Year

Farewell then, Old Year! Time ordains
You now must let go of the reins.
At last we have blundered
Through all your three hundred
And sixty-five point two five pains.

Farewell then, Old Year! Let us borrow
A moment to savour the sorrow:
As you fall by the way,
A new year with leap-day
Is lurking in wait for tomorrow.

Farewell then, Old Year! It's about
That time when we all raise a shout,
For we'll not see you more -
And now don't let the door
Hit your arse as you bugger off out.

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