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[Roger]

lol

It's Kevin's fault, he passed to me the buck
To create the scene where the boys have a

[Preston, Moderator]

duck? No that's a bad guess
Oh I've made this a mess.

[Roger]

:-))

No, it's not so bad, you can take that to the bank,
As often as Quint and Rufio give each other a

[Preston, Moderator]

buck? no they never hunt deer.
I messed it up again I fear.

[Roger]

Oh, those boys are very much hunters,
Always out on the hunt after punters.

[Preston, Moderator]

Hunting for punters is such a bother,
But better punters kick the football farther.

[Preston, Moderator]

Why do they hunt in gay nightclubs?
Are they partial to young cherubs?

[Roger]

No, those winged things make such a fracas
Worse than waking up a drunken Bacchus.

[Preston, Moderator]

I've never been to a bacchanal,
I hear they're good for your morale.

[Preston, Moderator]

Bacchus, I'd say is a pretty good pal,
A whole lot better than that whore Gore Vidal.

[Preston, Moderator]

Gore wrote Myra Breckenridge,
He's not as good as Coleridge.

[Preston, Moderator]

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan,
Charter a plane to Comic Con.

[Roger]

That's in the US; over here it's Comica,
We might go with Franco and Monika.

[Roger]

I'll have to get Oliver to do a comic story
So he can show it off in all its glory.

[Roger]

Meanwhile I must go and see
If I switched on the Christmas tree.

[Preston, Moderator]

Turning on the Christmas tree,
has a different kind of pageantry.

[Preston, Moderator]

If it's a nude guy with sexy delights,
decked out in only Christmas lights.

[Preston, Moderator]

I'm found of him—sent a pic to you,
and put him here in the Complaints too.

[Roger]

I saw! He was really glowing
Enough to be worth blowing

[Roger]

Him a great big mushy kiss,
A handful of Festive Bliss.

[Preston, Moderator]

Ah now Christmas present is Christmas past,
Wait till the next it'll be unsurpassed.

[Preston, Moderator]

Now our attention awaits the New Year,
A propitious date for both straight, gay and unclear.

[Roger]

I suppose I should have a New Year's resolution,
But they only ever lead to massive confusion.

[Roger]

I could go out and join a Peace Convention riot
Or sit at home and contemplate a weight-loss diet,

[Roger]

But instead I'll be content this New Year
To wish one and all (especially you) Good cheer!

[Preston, Moderator]

Especially me,
Don't you see.

[Preston, Moderator]

I'm so queer,
I get my own New Year!

[Preston, Moderator]

But it's all over on January two,
Then there's nothing left to do.

[Roger]

The first anyone gets out the door
In England is January four.

[Roger]

And the thought of 355 days to next Christmas
Leaves everyone feeling tired and listless.

[Roger]

Or is it 356 days of roaring good cheer
because 2016 is a flipping leap year?

[Preston, Moderator]

I never go out on New Years,
Tis sad but don't let bring you tears.

[Preston, Moderator]

With all the drunks out it's a fright,
New Year's is drinking's amateur night.

[Preston, Moderator]

The ones that teetotal all the rest of the year,
Are boozing it up becoming a drivers worst fear.

[Preston, Moderator]

The ones who used to holding their booze,
are balancing on a barstool taking a snooze.

[Roger]

I've never driven again on New Year's Eve
After going up a one-way street with Steve

[Roger]

Against the oncoming traffic, would you believe?
Yup, it was the wrong way and I had to leave

[Roger]

In a great hurry to get out of the way
So that we might get to live New Year's Day.

[Preston, Moderator]

But worked out for the best,
As you might have already guessed.

[Preston, Moderator]

Because all the times I get to tell this story,
I add more admiration, mirth, and glory.

[Preston, Moderator]

In fact if I had gone the right way,
I'd never have a thing to say,

[Preston, Moderator]

When the subject came to driving away,
with consternation on the highway.

[Roger]

I have today a job to do, you can't guess, I bet…
Amazon has delivered me a ten-metre ethernet,

[Roger]

The cable of which I will use to connect my iMac
To the Canon giclée printer so we won't lack

[Roger]

Those wonderful limited edition prints signed by
My equally wonderful lover, famous Oliver Fry.**

** I sought poetic license to alter the spelling of his name for the purpose of the rhyme. We poets are such sluts…

[Preston, Moderator]

You're starting to wither, you're starting to fray,
Your losing your mind a bit day by day.

[Preston, Moderator]

You need a gigundo batch of vitamins I say,
In fact you need so much I recommend a can a day.

[Roger]

A can-a-day would sure be a great boost,
Better than spinich to get my muscles all loosed.

[Roger]

I'm certain it would make me feel most royal,
Hopped up like Popeye when he rescued Olive Oyl.

[Rick]

I've been told that I've quite the wit,
Actually I'm really only a twit.