Ok so there has been a fair bit of gloom about the year just gone but what better way to put it to bed than a bit of poetry
It wouldn’t be much of a stretch
To say 2016’s been a wretch
A year to remember as forgettable.
There never seemed to be a day
Without some hero passing away
Making watching the news rather regrettable.
On the wide global scene
Things became rather mean
With conflicts at home and abroad.
While some were political
And rather predictable
They were still a lot to absorb.
Rio shadowed its heros and hugs
With the spectre of state sponsored drugs
Which turned its gold into poo.
And being parochial
I admit to a choke full
Of bile when Iceland won through.
And the horrors continued
Straining sanity’s sinews
With the sight of a triumphant Farage;
On referendum night
When our hopes all took flight
The future became a mirage.
It was just a one off
A political cough
Not full-blown voter dementia.
The Yanks aren’t that stupid
To play electoral Cupid
With an orange-hued strain of ‘fluenza.
But Trump all he did,
The man with that lid
Proving to many that reason’s all gone,
And since that moment he’s shown
His true colours, as he’s grown
Close pals with Russia’s Mad Don.
But was it really all bad?
Are there reasons not to be sad.
After all, dear readers we’re still here.
And there’s no World War Three
And of pandemics we’re free
So, breath in, and toast the New Year.