12 Days of New Year

On the first day of New Year, my deep gut said to me
one wet nose
and a Lemsip in a fine mug

On the second day of New Year, my deep gut said to me
two fried eggs,
one wet nose
and a Lemsip in a fine mug

On the third day of New Year, my deep gut said to me
three sweet teeth,
two fried eggs,
one wet nose
and a Lemsip in a fine mug

On the fourth day of New Year, my deep gut said to me
four smelly socks,
three sweet teeth,
two fried eggs,
one wet nose
and a teabag in a fine cup.

On the fifth day of New Year, my deep gut said to me
five yawning sighs,
four smelly socks,
three sweet teeth,
two fried eggs,
one wet nose
and a low blood sugar level

On the sixth day of New Year, my deep gut said to me
six whatsapp texts,
five yawning sighs,
four smelly socks,
three sweet teeth,
two fried eggs,
one wet nose
and a low blood sugar level

On the seventh day of New Year, my deep gut said to me
seven strong ambitions,
six whatsapp texts,
five yawning sighs,
four smelly socks,
three sweet teeth,
two fried eggs,
one wet nose
and some great hopes for a grand year

On the eighth day of New Year, my deep fear said to me
eight lightning strikes,
seven strong ambitions,
six whatsapp texts,
five yawning sighs,
four smelly socks,
three sweet teeth,
two fried eggs,
one wet nose
and a cluster of crude Russian bombs.

On the ninth day of New Year, my deep fear said to me
nine kids homeless,
eight lightning strikes,
seven strong ambitions,
six whatsapp texts,
five yawning sighs,
four smelly socks,
three sweet teeth,
two fried eggs,
one wet nose,
and families made refugees.

On the tenth day of New Year, my deep fear said to me
ten missiles fired,
nine kids homeless,
eight lightning strikes,
seven strong ambitions,
six whatsapp texts,
five yawning sighs,
four smelly socks,
three sweet teeth,
two fried eggs,
one wet nose,
and nuclear plant set on fire.

On the eleventh day of New Year, my deep aims said to me
eleven hopes a yearning,
ten missiles fired,
nine kids homeless,
eight lightning strikes,
seven strong ambitions,
six whatsapp texts,
five yawning sighs,
four smelly socks,
three sweet teeth,
two fried eggs,
one wet nose,
and invasion half turned back.

On the twelfth day of New Year, my deep wish said to me
twelve months of peace,
eleven hopes a yearning,
ten missiles fired
nine kids homeless,
eight lightning strikes,
seven strong ambitions,
six whatsapp texts,
five yawning sighs,
four smelly socks,
three sweet teeth,
two fried eggs,
one wet nose,
and a rising of heartfelt love.