Poem 66 – 27th December

Consider this day of December,
And see if you can remember
If on this day
Anyone will say
“Hooray” and burn fires to the embers.

Day twenty-seven’s forgot,
For it does not mean a lot –
It’s before the fun
Of New Year’s begun
But Christmas trees start to wilt in their pots.

So henceforth let us all strive
To make the twenty-seventh alive.
We will now recall
To the great joy of call
Methuen’s deal on Portuguese wine.


Dear readers,
Yes, I did need to use Wikipedia for this. And yes, that was one of the most important things I could find that happened on that date. Sorry, 27th. History just hates you.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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