Betwixt Christ’s birthday and the drudgery of work,

Savor ye bacchanalian orgy of boxing day,

But chums age, get married, and vacate the dance floor,

Tis but a few ticks before last call, and all go away.

Ere the drama queen, my sweetness, you savor the moment,

Ere like Belladonna, the thump of Madonna and nightshade’s drone,

Move in your veins, the last one to remain on the dance floor,

As buds settle down and dwindle till ye find yourself alone,

Betwixt a man and boy, grown but not grown,

Still somewhere on Charles after last call dancing your troubles away,

Still biding the rainy hours alone on Christmas,

Still waiting for the thrill of the dance floor on boxing day,

Still in denial of time’s relentless insults,

Still unable to leave the scene and tear yourself away,

Still aging ere less gracefully oure hours,

Still seeking solice on the dance floor each boxing day.

I hope that it was sweet, delectable and ambrosial,

I hope that you savored every flavor in every way,

I hope last call is spent with someone kind before you take him home,

I hope you find the bargain you're looking for on Boxing day.

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[Edited 8/29/11 4:30am]

shut up and gimme a black eye you fool

XxAxX said:

shut up and gimme a black eye you fool

Betwixt and between Boxing Day

I hope a lad young and lean

Will catch someone's eye

Who may not be as spry

As he once was

In his disco heyday

But meet with a tender

Reminder

From a

Tenderloin

That he is not yet done

The race is not yet run

At least...

For one night

purplethunder3121 said:

Betwixt and between Boxing Day

I hope a lad young and lean

Will catch someone's eye

Who may not be as spry

As he once was

In his disco heyday

But meet with a tender

Reminder

From a

Tenderloin

That he is not yet done

The race is not yet run

At least...

For one night

word!