The air smells [stinks] of after Christmas

Decaying prawn shells and mouldy turkey breast

Ham rotting under the sun and a shower of rain

Stale bread, fruit-fly salad quietly abuzz from Jane

Extended families have gone back home to the west

Street-sleepers braseros have extinguished

This long joyous exuberant feast has just finished 

Empty bottles of intoxication emptied in the garbo truck

Rubbish piles more than thrice as much the usual muck

Soiled crackers bonbons wrappers and a little useless yuck

The awful jokes that made us smile 

As we placed the crown jagged style

Thin paper on our light-headed head

Now make us feel sick and morose

Life hangs only by a thinning thread

Fading petal of a whitish failing rose

Falling in the stinking mud of after Christmas

Headache and reflux in our minds and guts

A great time to be had and spent thus

As philosophy tries an escape from our butts

Dozing on the dunny-loos in dour pain

Awaiting a glorious relieving dump in vain

Eternally grateful that a little Jesus

Was born in a small donkey’s trough

From a virgin woman for Noël though

And a father named Santa Claus

As the drums of war are seriously too close

Getting closer 

                      Closer

Fun times have been a whirl 

The mad men ruling the world

Behind big secret doors

Are planning awful horrors

The mad new year is just around the

                      Corner

         ROBERT URBANOSKI — 24 DECEMBER 2025

YOURDEMOCRACY.NET RECORDS HISTORY AS IT SHOULD BE — NOT AS THE WESTERN MEDIA WRONGLY REPORTS IT — SINCE 2005.

         Gus Leonisky

         POLITICAL CARTOONIST SINCE 1951.