Dodgy Dents Poem by John Sensele

Three hundred and sixty five days ago
Twenty sixteen breathed her first breath;
Lads and lasses wrote resolutions to forgo
Personal demons that only grew in strength and breadth.

Three hundred and sixty five days ago, couples took vows
To abide by each other
Through thick and thin and slaughtered cows
But now marriage lies in ruins cos Jim and Jill no longer together.

Three hundred and sixty five days ago, politicians promised milk and honey
Clergymen preached moderation, accountants pledged stewardship
Of public and church funds, money
Which now feeds friendship and kinship.

Three hundred and sixty five days ago, lecturers pledge to award
Clean marks to students
But now entrapped in flesh reward
Moral high ground begets dodgy dents.