A month without alcohol
Isn’t what makes
January dry
What does, is sex
without foreplay
Or indeed the use of
KY
A month without alcohol
Isn’t what makes
January dry
What does, is sex
without foreplay
Or indeed the use of
KY
Thank God it’s February
And the month of
January
Is now just a memory
And thank God for
Salary
I hate January
January, I do not
enjoy
It has no pleasure
It has no joy
Christmas is over
All the money has gone
5 weeks till payday
January is wrong
I love December
December has it all
December is the time
To have a ball
In fact December
Has to much fun
And not enough time
To get it all done
The Festivities
Leave us in a daze
There is too much
For 31 days
So, the solution
Is a simple one
I can’t believe
It hasn’t been done
Get rid of January
No one likes it
Have two Decembers
Then everything will
fit
Thank God it’s February
And the
month of January
Is now
just a memory
And thank
God for Salary
They first met on a special Christmas Eve
And chemistry sparked between the two
When passions fires were truly quenched
He asked before bidding her a fond adieu
“What are you doing on New Year’s Eve?”
She replied “oh I’m definitely doing you”
I was divorced from my wife
Due to my serial
infidelity
And found myself in
bed
With a girl called
Felicity
It was on New Year’s
Day
When she asked me
“Did you make a
resolution?
What was it? Go on
tell me”
I replied “Not to be
unfaithful
Ever again to my
chosen mate”
“How’s that going?”
she asked
“Ask me after our
second date”
The year is turning, the cycle
Has made another
revolution
It’s time once more to
make
The obligatory
resolution
Which is broken within
days
But this year I have a
solution
In order to make it
last
I will not make a
resolution
Hot cross buns!
Hot cross buns!
I don’t care if they’re
One a penny,
Its only January
I want to kiss you
On December 31st
Before the clock
strikes twelve
Until the last chime
Echoes in the night
Of January the first
So one year will come
to an end
In the most amazing
way
And the next will have
A beautiful beginning
A month without alcohol
Isn’t what makes
January dry
What does, is sex
without foreplay
Or indeed the use of
KY
My New Year’s resolution
And my reasoning is sound
And that is to get in shape,
In the end, I chose round
I hate January
January, I do not
enjoy
It has no pleasure
It has no joy
Christmas is over
All the money has gone
5 weeks till payday
January is wrong
I love December
December has it all
December is the time
To have a ball
In fact December
Has to much fun
And not enough time
To get it all done
The Festivities
Leave us in a daze
There is too much
For 31 days
So the solution
Is a simple one
I can’t believe
It hasn’t been done
Get rid of January
No one likes it
Have two Decembers
Then everything will
fit
I hate the month of January
Every single day from New Years day
To the 31st day
I hate the month of January
With every fibre of my being
You may say it’s just the January blues
That colours my views
But it’s much deeper than that.
It’s always such a long depressing month
With dreary weather and miserable people
It’s the inevitable aftermath
That follows a joyful Christmas
Its going back to work to the same depressing
job
You so happily left behind you on Christmas
Eve
It’s the empty bank account
And the look ahead at the five long weeks
till payday
Its New Years resolutions and not keeping
them
I hate the month of January
From day one, new years day
With it’s reminder of things to come
Another bloody awful year ahead
January fills me with dread
A month without alcohol
Isn’t
what makes January dry
What
does, is sex without foreplay
Or
indeed the use of KY