Twenty Sixteen’s been a shocker -
The
world has gone way off its rocker;
As it grinds to an end, we can’t comprehend
What
lunacies lurk in the locker…
It’s
been a sad year, there’s no doubt,
With
so many souls dibbing out
Before the last trump herald’s the chump
Who may trigger the ultimate rout…
At present, the future’s unclear,
But, despite all the nastiness near,
Before it begins, let us stick out our chins
And hope for a Happy New Year!
Rock ‘n’ Roll Heaven’s at sixes and sevens,
Trying to deal with demand.
There’s a shortage of plots, and available slots
To cope with the incoming band.
The celestial choir will sound pretty dire
With Prince, Rick and George in their ranks,
Though I’m sure they’ll be sharp procuring a harp
For an album, but I’ll say, “No thanks!”
No, I don’t truly claim to have loved every name
That’s suddenly gigging with those
Who are on this year’s list; but two will be missed,
So RIP Leonard and Mose!
The Welsh Bard
Let’s leave the last word on 2016 to the recently departed Liz
Smith:
Prospero año nuevo.
Hey Ho!
