I love to ponder the daffodils,
And filling coconuts with limes.
But this having to work every single day,
Is interfering with my rhymes!
Sammy in the tree, presents are purchased,
Good Lord, I have never been broker.
Now I have to watch Uncle Blogsy,
‘Cause he’s a serial Christmas present poker…
I have scoured the entire internet,
Read absolutely everybody’s blogs.
Couldn’t even find it at the Newberry,
The history of spaghetti with little hot dogs.