'Twas the day after Christmas
and all were weary,
bleary eyed and feeling dreary.
The ghosts didn't even say boo,
no rats scurried through
'Twas the day after the night before
presents had been opened
and a few drinks did pour.
Now many heads are sore
and the turkey is cold.
Christmas is now
officially getting old.
'Twas the day after Christmas.
Now the sale signs flash,
tills ringing quickly as prices are slashed.
Hoards beating down doors.
A zombie army looking
through the aisles of department stores
'Twas the day after Christmas
and the fairy lights glare
giving out headaches without any care.
Bins overflowing,
wrapping paper as far as the eye sees.
Still not snowing,
weathermen lie with too much ease.
Thanks for reading
Peace, Love and Poetry
Kyle
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