There is the one time of year that i always dread,
The night my mum drinks too much, it goes right to her head.
The night in question is December 31st
The night she always has such a thirst.
She starts on the cider, then the wine
And tells everyone she is doing fine
I always know when she's had enough
As she dances with my nana and looks really rough.
She then sings some songs with neighbour Steve
Bless her...... she really does love New years eve
As we approach midnight
she gets louder and louder and looks such a sight
As the clock strikes twelve she sings and claps
But then the worst part is she begins to rap....
She rings all her family in the UK
and tells them all this year will be OK
It won't be like the last
This year will be a BLAST
As we then head to bed
She grins and tells me...."it must have been the red".....
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