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
That it was her – who overate
A crime was not to be avoided
She tryed but a crime was already deployed.
So she run outside on the next stop
To escape from admitting a fart.