Miss new year

from yonder fog,
you are almost upon me.

three hundred
and sixty five days
to be enjoyed, to be kissed,
to be pecked, to be nibbled,
to be devoured, to be tasted,
to be loved, to be cajoled,
to be teased, to be serenaded,
to be violated, to be greeted,
to be delighted, to be amused,
to be stroked, to be kindled,
to be lusted, to be deflowered,
like a virgin of plenty.

dear 31st december,
now i know why you're
called new year's eve.

RAJ NANDY
Very well said ! For 365 days we are pecking at one another , be it over the control of oil in the Middle East , or the rosy dream of all Terrorists - to have the World at their feet ! Yet nothing is their to stay - except some sweet and sour memories ! Happy New Year ! -Raj

Sandra Martyres
Truly original in content and well written as usual Pat ...enjoyed this one thoroughly! Happy New Year.

rema renjini nair
absolutely novel in thought its new year indeed happy new year

Fay Slimm
Ha ha - - a great conception of the coming year - a thoroughly enjoyable read.