Dec 31, 2005 13:03
And we will gather round to dine
and pass the time with wicked rhymes
and toast in dandilion wines to hear their malefluous chimes
We toast the fallow furrows that we sow.
And we toast the moneys that we owe oh oh.
And we toast the creditors with daily face who topple down with gruesome grace.
And we toas the 'ristocrats with blood of blue.
Cause we know that our collars are their color too.
And we toast the artisans of (help me here) with yarn and glue....we do we do.
Damn. I wake up this morning, and I find a foot of snow has decided to stomp on my sleepy little town by the river... So much for riding bikes. but there's still a forest and there's still a midnight, and there's still five boxes of fresh Roman Candles and bottle rockets. And now there's the potential for a snowman or two to be born. We'll have a grand old time. I hope everyone has a good new year! Mine will most definately be an eventful one as always.