A Whiff of Chum

The New Year's coming in again:
A festive time, as all can see;
One question, though, torments the brain:
Whatever can that odour be?

It's redolent of flesh and gas:
Corrupt and bloated, foul as well.
A purplish-blue, putrescent mass:
It really is an ugly smell.

The Old Year shambles out in drink,
Twiglets and babble of the pissed -
But what's that nasty, sickly stink?
It's surely not the honours list!

Davey FitzAnthony