The Eve Has Fell, Time To Sell!

Christmas Eve is here. Let's all give a cheer. It's the eve of a day. Yesterday was the eve of today's fray. Can we go all eve eve eve eve at every sea? Only be 365 eves that need to come to be. You could count them down. Or maybe just skip town.

The one eve.
It's ready to thieve.
It's lonely and sad.
More eves were rad.

It's eve time.
Boom, Christmas chime.
Now 365 eves are here.
Ready for next year's cheer?

An eve to weave.
Weave of the eve.
Would that be eves?
Watch the falling leaves.

Snow you say?
Not here on display.
Nope, not one bit.
I'm not on the eve of that shit.

Does that peeve?
I got more than one eve.
Where is this going?
Pffft damned if I'm knowing.

I'm just writing on the eve,
The eve that will soon leave.
There are still plenty though.
Many more eve's to go.

Valentines Day was two eves ago.
Still plenty of eves in tow.
No fat guys in diapers at least.
Who needs such a beast?

Can you do the math?
How many in the eve path?
Too drunk for it?
Was that some good shit?

Might be a bit early though,
Especially if some give #1 a go.
Then they will leave,
Preparing for the eve.

Are the eves even?
Are you believe in?
Are the eves odd?
Think my eve is flawed?

Are you even still here? Did you run in fear? Was it even or odd? Wait, that's math, dear God. I know you said that. 319 eves from Christmas for the cat. I can still say Merry Christmas Eve though. Want to see all those eves in a row? I'm far too lazy to give that a pass. Maybe in another 365 eves I'll do it with my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.