So the happy new year cries will come and go. At least by tomorrow they won't be found high and low. How many times can you say it before all you want to do is spit? Probably won't even be able to do that as you will lose any saliva in your mouth after saying it 1000 times at your mat. What a way to kick in the new year. No saliva and my little rhyming rear. A HUGE pfffft to those dumb resolutions too. You can take those and shove them up your gazoo. No magic is found by pretending to wait for this oh so special day at your mound. If you want to do it, do it. Don't wait for new years to hit. But that was last years flow, now on with the dVerse show.
The new year has rung,
The same old song has been sung.
Acting all proud,
Cheering in a crowd.
Pretending for a day,
That things change at your bay,
Then back to the norm,
As you are true to form.
Instead of that,
Listen to the cat,
Shove the day,
It's just like any other at your bay.
You want to promote change,
Do something strange.
That is the way to be.
Like jumping naked in the sea.
Hypothermia might set in,
That will sure change things at your bin.
A good polar bear dip,
Would be quite the trip.
Get on the people of Walmart site.
Leave all with a fright.
If your belly fat can smirk,
That is just a perk.
Dig a moat around your house.
It will surely keep away a mouse.
Then you can pretend you have a castle.
I bet salesmen won't hassle.
Get yourself a friend,
One who will be there until the end.
Just don't let a pin drop,
Or your new friend may pop.
Grab a rat burger and chow down.
Go to town with a Pokemon champion crown.
Let your fly hang low.
Make a collage out of each leftover Christmas bow.
Then slap it up for all to see.
Of course make it creepy.
Halloween and Christmas in one.
That just has to be done.
The cat has many more,
But he doesn't want to keep you all day at his shore.
After all you have a resolution to get to.
Until tomorrow when you claim it wasn't true.
But still happy new year to all,
May it be better at your hall.
Or at least the same,
I won't tell about your blow up dame.
There we go the first of the new year, written back in October by my little rhyming rear. Damn, I am good. Talking about the new year two months in advance at my hood. I was also a bit crass which is always enjoyed by my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.