This is big. I mean, this is extremely monumental... THIS here is my last poem--no, tour de force--of the year 2004. Please, relish it word by word.
Thank you.
Everybody everywhere,
count: 1,2,3 and give a cheer
Because Dick Clark's on air
In New York City's Time Square
Yes, that means just one thing:
It's his New Year party swing
The crowds are dancing, while we watch
That golden ball come to a stop
It's almost here: 2005!
I'm thankful that I am alive.
And once it's done, that old cheezer
Dick Clark, gets back into his freezer
We're he'll stay til next year's New Years Eve
...by then I'll be married to Steve....
THE END.
1 comment:
Clever!
Too bad poor Dick Clark won't be hosting his own party this year. Of course, Regis is pretty youthful himself...
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