bettysoo rwrs 2 week 49

One more time around the flickering room One more go through the humming cloud of perfume One more cheery glass of gloom One more squeeze pressed to sparkle red costume One more swig of melancholy merry One more stab, sword and cherry One more glimpse of the trapped canary One more bourbon, one more sherry December in a town become a city Lit up all year round Night time streets slick without pity Float up and down You get used to the siren’s sound One more child spies dad with Santa’s gifts One more daughter finds mom downing fifths One more brother calls it quits Left a note in the bottle when he emptied it December in a town become a city Lit up all year round Night time streets slick without pity Float up and down You get used to the siren’s sound One more wail from a nursery One more eager mouth to feed One more member for the happy family One more and the two become three December in a town become a city Lit up all year round Night time streets slick without pity Float up and down You get used to the siren’s sound Christmas carols all around One More © BettySoo 2014