Etch-Un-Sketched

Doors unopened
Chances lost
Thoughts unspoken
Teeth unflossed
Resolutions
Unfulfilled
Weak solutions
Fields untilled
Heed nor grieve,
Though, facts ungleaned:
On New Year’s Eve
All slates are cleaned.

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Clearance Hail

We’re using up the weather
That we didn’t know we had
We’re using up the weather
‘Cause the weather’s going bad
We ordered it a year ago
And stored it in the back
And then forgot about it
Now the rainbow’s going black
The zephyrs all are stagnant
And the clouds have turned to fog
And our flood’s a little puddle of–
No, wait, that’s just the dog.
In any case, the weather
Isn’t doing any good
When the fronts are in the back
And not colliding like they should
We’re using up the weather
‘Cause we’re finished with the year
The 31st is weather-cursed
But January’s clear!