Night Of New Year's Eve Celebration Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

Fly by high on winter's winged night.
Chase winds through on a dream' s tail.
Tell tales tall with screams of lurid delight.
Taste the cream of the city's prime glory.
Yours it seems, slight a story.

Yearly burst BALLOONS of careful tenderness.
So shall it brim at the brink of hysteria.
Attitudes come renewed searching for mild intoxication.
Let it be sung with wild reiteration.
The chant for count down 5 4 3 2 1

HAPPY NEW YEAR time has sprung.
HAPPY NEW YEAR we all had sung.
This new sensation ever so flamboyant.
Beacon of glamor and heels that bleed
With all night fashionhood if dancing could

Tell a smile that way.
Night is gay and young.
Tie one on for another fun.
Next, be blunt when fraternizing.
Let us scope with eyes, set a prize.
Luster filled, TELEVIZED.

At the closing of night, the coming of dawn
We BRISKLY carry on with more song.
2016 a new one has begun with liquorish breath
Style GALORE and bun unkempt.
Socially inept, polite side step

Float away with yesterday.
Bring prosperity for us all.
A gratefulness for the gratefulless.