New Year 2010
On New Year's Eve
We stayed in
With sloe gin
And whisky
To make bean burgers
For dinner
And sock puppets
For fun.
By 11.30
We were weary,
More sleepy
Than merry
But we went, anyway
To the park,
Where, along dark(ish)
Paths people wound
Their way to 'the mound'
With its view
Across to the London Eye
And around.
The night was nicer
Than the day had been.
Greyness doesn't matter so much
When it's dark.
1/1/2011
Happy New Year!
