Take off your gloves now and rest them right here
I'm so glad that that's over, at least for a year
Surviving that lot, well it is quite a feat.
I'll go put the kettle on, you take a seat
Now I don't want to sound like I'm chewing your ear
But I really am glad, that it's all over Dear.
I know they're your family, But, all in all,
As I've said all along, they're not my type at all
Old Aunty Mabel, sits there holding court
Oh the look on her face, at your "Shock Her" retort
When she asked you "Now David. How are things at work?"
You so quick to respond with, "My Boss is a jerk"
The twins. They have grown. Sadly, not up, but out
And when doesn't rude cousin William not shout?
I don't blame him though, Putting up with those two..
Well... and married to her... I'd be shouting too...
The dinner was nice, though, the turkey was tough...
Such a shame that Maud's pudding, was not quite enough
Your Mother was crafty this year don't you think?
Having all of the men washing up at the sink.
While the rest of us sat there, and watched the kids play
I thought to myself , "David take me away"
And sitting and scheming of ways to depart
A feeling of dread settled here, near my heart
For tomorrow it's my turn, I'd almost forgotten,
Family gatherings with us go from dreadful to rotten,
Thank goodness it's only for one day a year
Think I'll skip on the cuppa, and get us a beer...