May you survive the coming year,
May you be free of doubts and fear
May few grey hairs snag in your comb
May no earthquake collapse your home;
May no hurricane or wintry blast
Nor flood waters rising fast
Inundate your dry sealed house
May you not lodge a pregnant mouse;
May no tumor nor foul disease,
infect your nose and may make you sneeze
May you rise just like a phoenix
With a giant box of kleenix.
May no madman with a gun
Shoot at you just for fun;
May he take his own life first
And leave a note with final burst;
May no tornado spin around
And seal your bunker underground;
May Taylor Swift wear boobs of cotton.
May Justin Bieber be forgotten.
I lift this cup of fresh eggnog
And salute you naked on my blog
It's a good thing that I don't have Skype,
Like Christmas fruit I'm over-ripe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem