First days of Jan – still in the sun
A puff of cloud, a gentle breeze
I scan the Paper – New Year fun
Is drunkenness and general sleaze!
Many have over-celebrated
And fall asleep on Brighton Beach
It’s the thing to get inebriated
The drink-drive threshold soon is breached.
Patrol cars come and the crowd clears
The revellers, clad in shorts and thongs,
Congregate in bars with beers
And break out into raucous songs.
Many tragedies occur this week
The Paper cites some “hit and run”
Statistics on road deaths are bleak
Is this madness caused by too much sun?
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
Roadkill usually means kangeroos!