New Year verses

by Yuri Kalyuta

based on Russian jokes

With age

New Year

more often

and often

comes

to our door

with sparkling

Champaigne,

commemorate

joyous occasion,

throwing

glasses

on floor.

The man

gets confused,

saying to kids:

“I’m Grandpa Frost”,

and pulling off

a hat and beard –

to the wife:

“I warm you fast”.

Combative Petrushka

calmed down, awaits

for the master command,

deprived by dominant scarlet,

drown over the blue and white.

Man’s sluggish thoughts

drifting on facet

between new and old:

“Oh, every year I’m

buying new costume,

and sleep on the go.

So maybe this time

I will order a mattress

instead,

lifestyle representing,

resilient and fit

for the bed.

The Snow girl,

young and sober,

will drag me to home,

while Santa, oh Santa

 delivers   the presents

alone.

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