A mainly cold, dark, wet, depressing year

Is dying at last. Die, you cur, die, die!

I am talking about the weather, here

What else? Well I’m an Englishman, aren’t I?

Newspaper article prints some new lie

About how next summer will be all sun

To go with all the other crap you buy

If you waste money ever buying one

Well this past year has been both shit and fun

The cherry bowl has a hint of manure

But without shit the fruit wouldn’t grow high

It’s nature’s way, the way it’s always done

So next year won’t be better. Also, fear

The reaper: twelve more months for him to try!

I like the negative tone of the last two lines. After all, a pessimist will never be disappointed. Having said that, I always make sure my glass is half full, or even completely full, until, I drop it all over the floor from having drunk too much. Happy New Year everyone!