The twelve hours of the new year
Date: Wednesday, 1st January 2003 @ 09:40:00 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: wordsy
In the first hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Our car is up in a tree
In the second hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car's up in a tree
In the third hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car's up in a tree
In the forth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
There's four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car's up in a tree
In the fifth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car's up in a tree
In the sixth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree
In the seventh hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree
In the eighth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Eight cops came calling
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree
In the ninth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Nine guest were arrested
Eight cops came calling
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree
In the tenth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Ten people are passed out
Nine guest were arrested
Eight cops came calling
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree
In the eleventh hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Eleven times I’ve told you
Ten people are passed out
Nine guest were arrested
Eight cops came calling
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree
In the twelfth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Twelve years is too long
Eleven times I’ve told you
Ten people are passed out
Nine guest were arrested
Eight cops came calling
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree
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