Introduction to a Little Ditty
I’m always bored on New Year’s Day,
Football’s not my thing.
The tree was down,
The carpet cleaned,
Fresh turkey soup all made.
Still, my mind was restless,
Minutes just ticking by.
Suddenly amusement came.
Laughter bubbled in.
Beginning to write these little poems,
I heard my friend, though absent,
scream, "Neuroses!" What of it?
It's all I have today.