The Annual Aftermath

Christmas, Comedy, comfort, Parties, Poetry, Rhyme
We got so fat so fast
Ah season's greetings warm but fleeting
Fill your glass is past
So now we're peeved and can’t believe 
We got so fat so fast
No peace on earth just massive girth
From festive fun to none
No sign round here of Christmas cheer 
Beyond a bulging bum
Fear not they said be glad instead
Rejoice in what you've got
The certainty that recently
We ate an awful lot

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6 thoughts on “The Annual Aftermath”

  1. Well done for the continuous flow of bittersweet cheer!

    Longer response to follow, eventually, perhaps….

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