My wife is an optimist
Which is why,
she stays up
On New Year’s
Eve
To see in
the new one
I am by
nature a pessimist
Which
means, that I stay up
On New Year’s
Eve
To make sure
the old one has gone
My wife is an optimist
Which is why,
she stays up
On New Year’s
Eve
To see in
the new one
I am by
nature a pessimist
Which
means, that I stay up
On New Year’s
Eve
To make sure
the old one has gone
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
This year’s New Year’s Eve forecast;
A row with
the girlfriend, acute loneliness
Followed by
being mostly drunk with
A very
slight chance of unconsciousness
New Year’s resolutions are just
Lies that
we tell one another
And are
something that go in
One year
and out the other
Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket
full of rye
Its two and
a half p now
But that doesn’t
rhyme
Are you wearing black tinsel?
Tied amidst
your lustrous curls
Well, you
must either be a Grinch
Or you’re a
very wicked girl
Is Santa Claus really a woman?
Well surely
its self-evident
It takes a
great deal of effort
To achieve the
necessary merriment
And no man is
capable
Of that
level of commitment