New Year’s Eve in Sonnet Form

The 30th became the 31st
And pushed off midnight: baby New Year’s Eve,
The last day of a year some thought accurst,
But some saw Justice and were unaggrieved.

A Pope died unrepentant of his sins.
A naked Emperor let fly his spew
And hawked his trading cards in virtual bins
A parasite contemptuous of his crew.

A tough broad sailed away at ninety-three.
A House Select Committee filed its claims.
The Twitter-chaos tweeted far and wee;
So many are addicted to such games.

Tonight, a lovely evening with champagne
And fireworks . . . and many prayers for rain.