A Limerick for 2020

Let this be a warning to us all…

New years eve, chap had drunk some, well plenty

“Happy new year he cried, twenty-twenty

will be my year for sure”

then passed out on the floor

Shit his pants. Drink slow, quite elementary…

Happy new year and all that

May 2019 be even better/less shit x

A new year will so soon be upon us

In a year when so many were gonners

Raise a glass let us toast

Those alive now a ghost

And remembered with grace, love and honors.

Farewell

All good things come to an end…

To 2017…

See what I did there. 😉

I hope you’ve had a great 2017, and if not then I hope 2018 is better. And if you have had a great 2017 then let’s hope it wasn’t the pinnacle and 2018 does not turn out to be a steaming bag of dog poo.

Either way, life ain’t all that bad you know. See you all next year and a happy new year..

Love

Michael

S is for Screw you 2017

Oh 2017, face like a pool of sick and bogies

Oh 2017, face like a pool of sick and bogies

suckling us with your rancid saggy tits

filling our hungry mouths with your curdled filth

Our eyes watering as we gag on your putrid…

 

Only kidding 🙂

I have really enjoyed this year, despite how it may appear at times.  The year isn’t yet out and who knows what today will bring, but when it does close I wont be looking back any regret.  As I have gotten older I realise more and more that regret is a steaming bowl of maggoty stew and will only lead to you sat on the loo with your head in the sink praying to Jesus asking him to kill you as your body turns slowly inside out.

Ignore the maggoty stew I say and gorge on the wholesome soup of what could be because it had croutons and delicious chunky bits at the bottom…and it won’t make you shit your pants!

Words to live by!  BOOM!