It’s the day after Christmas.

And I should have a good rhyme.

But I just don’t have the time.

So, you’ll have to forgive this mess.

 

Put away your new suit or dress.

Do not let it get any grime

For that would be a crime.

Do it quickly, without duress.

 

If you got anything less,

Please don’t go punch a mime,

You would think it sublime,

But it’s just mean, to confess.

 

Otherwise, go play a game of chess.

See if you can beat your partner’s time.

But bet not more than a dime.

If they cannot pay, do not them press.

 

And that’s the end of this mess.

I’ll see you tomorrow, given time.

Once the waking hours are in well prime.

Which may be late in the day, I guess.

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