Three Poems for the Old Year
Eat some beef and throw a stone,
Carry hay and gnaw a bone;
Something good will soon appear—
This year’s almost up, my dear!
Pipers pipe and dancers dance,
Horses horse and prancers prance;
Sensors sense that all is clear
For the ending of the year.
Wrapped in paper pears turn ripe;
Whiskey’s in the water pipe,
Running cold and fast and free—
Will you toast the year with me?
Poems © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “The Year’s End”