Mmmmmmm

A surprise

It was very close to midnight.

It was about 360th night.

All the lights from streets and stores

Shun inside her crystal globes

It was cold and festive like year before,

A smell so dear inside her core…

Sausages, cabbage, cookies and all the delicious bunch.

This year same as always, the question,

Why did she ate that MUCH?

And as she walked away from the feast,

Leaving decorated city and all his hungry beasts,

Everyone in the tram noticed something

She stay silent, she has not confessed

A crime was not to be avoided

She run outside, didn’t own her part

She escaped from admitting a fart.