The Resolution

New Year, New You,
is what they say.
A chance to start anew,
making huge improvements
is what I plan to do.

There’s drinking lots more water,
going to a gym,
eating balanced food groups,
and hydrating the skin.

Watching where the money goes,
and putting some away,
then building up the savings
for a future rainy day.

There’s trying to be nicer
to folk who drive me mad,
and being optimistic
when things are looking bad.

Also I will volunteer,
for something that’s worthwhile,
and separate my plastics
to go that extra mile.

Wow, that reads like quite a list,
I’m filling up with doubt
I didn’t think I was that bad
but now I’m freaking out.

I’ll start with drinking water,
to get me into gear,
Then look at all the other tasks
this time again next year.    

Snooze-ology

I’ve found, as I get older,
An “ology” I love,
The art of having forty winks,
Or fifty, or above.

It’s something I’ve perfected,
To get me through the day,
I simply have to close my eyes,
And soon I’m well away.

A little snooze each afternoon,
Restores my power cell,
But sometimes I just can’t wake up,
And sleep all night as well.

Christmas Wrap

The Christmas Elf was feeling down,
His spirit had been crushed.
Last to pack his presents up,
He felt that he had rushed.

Santa always told them,
“Take care when wrapping gifts!”
Good Elves wrap throughout the year
And work in double shifts.

But not this Elf, oh no, not he,
He always left it late,
Then rushed around on Christmas Eve,
In such a flustered state.

As midnight struck he wrapped a book,
And then another one,
His pile had almost reached the roof,
Five minutes he’d be done.

Dashing down the corridor,
Towards the waiting sleigh,
Down the curly whirly slide,
On to the loading bay.

“Where HAVE you been?” said Santa,
“I’m sorry” said the Elf.
He gave Santa his presents,
And retreated to his shelf.

Santa smiled and said out loud,
“Well, better late than never,
Your wrapping has improved this year,
The little bows are clever!”

The little Elf puffed up with pride,
And wiped away a tear,
But secretly thought to himself,
“I’m safe until next year”.

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