http://wepoetsshowit.com/2013/12/29/january-poetry-contest/ New Year’s Resolutions with humour
I’m packing in the fags.
No, I’m not.
Well, maybe the drink if I’m wise.
But I don’t take that much
So there’s not really much point,
Oh, I know, I could stop telling lies…..
But I never do that…..
Resolutions just suck.
I can’t see the point of the plan
When everything I like
Is there all year round
To be stopped or started. Oh man!
Who started this stuff?
Whose bright idea?
To make us all feel like a failure
If plans that are made
Are quickly dismayed
Don’t bother. I’ll be your saviour.
Forget what you planned,
Don’t write it down,
Disclose them to no one around.
Make deals with nobody,
Not even yourself.
They’ll never get off the ground.
I laugh when someone
Tells me what they have done,
What their intentions are for New Year.
Not cruelty, you know,
But my expectations are low
When my cup is overflowing with good cheer.
There are twelve in the year,
January’s out.
I party because it’s my birthday.
If I want to make changes,
I’ll make them in Spring
When new life makes me feel that’s the way.
Does anyone know anyone
Who sticks to these things?
I don’t, not kidding, it’s true.
I’m making none. Not one
Little intention.
Then I won’t fail. What about you?
scottishmomus 