Bazza

 Paradox which revels on a New Year’s night; 

A date transcendent having now entered flight;

There were sincere vows, some violently rent;

From stretched mouths had they been sent;

Were they like Bazza McKenzie’s technicolour yawn?

Was it those 17 beers, or a dirty prawn?

As the vows became words, novel resolutions were made;

Announced on a warm suburban glade;

With cheeky banter and benevolent cheer;

For which to begin a promising year.