This was the year that was not the year
I repaired the bathroom tap
or emptied out the kitchen drawer
of a lifetime's worth of crap.
This was the year that was not the year
my lottery numbers came up.
Once more a BRIT eluded me,
as did an Oscar and World Cup.
This was the year that was not the year
I spent less time on my phone,
Nights of passion were not enjoyed
in a boutique hotel in Rome.
This was the year that was not the year
I became a household name.
Action figures weren't sold of me.
I wasn't made a dame.
This was the year that was the year
I didn't get that much done:
much the same as the year before,
much like the one to come.
