January

January
By
James Brewer


Tear down that cheap tinsel
Put those cards in the bin
There's no more fun around here
So put away the biscuit tin

Wipe off that happy smile
You've gained an extra chin
Those jeans haven't shrunk dear
So put away the biscuit tin

Sweat out those poisons
Investigate that gym
You've plugged in that smoothie maker again
So put away that biscuit tin

Dump that lousy lover
Here's a fresh start to begin
Remove those photos you once treasured
And put them in the biscuit tin