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!