Count To A Million Thread!

2062
The children were all nestled, snug in their beds…

2063

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

2064

We interrupt this poem to wish you all a very Merry Christmas!

2065

Thanks, Spoons, and you too! And happy Hanukkah and Kwanzaa to everyone too!

2066

I think the day we were down kind of put the kibosh on the poem.

2067

So what’s next?

2068
How about the last filibusters in Congress.

2069

I don’t know what should be next. Suggestions are welcome. Anybody? Beck?

2070

We never finished what I started in post 1972.

2071

I guess she’ll die.

2072
There was an old lady who swallowed a spider…

2073

That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her!

2074

She swallowed the spider

2075

… to catch the fly.

2076

But I don’t know why

2077

… she swallowed a fly;

2078

I guess she’ll die.

2079

There was an old lady

2080

Who swallowed a bird

2081

How absurd to swallow a bird!