The night before sixty,

Tonight there is frost on my glasses,

Now the blood in my veins runs like molasses…

How little my brain does actually anyway work,

So who turned down the heat, who was the jerk,

Better not have been that guy from the north woods,

If it is I will call Fed Ex and have returned all my Christmas goods…

At least I got Rufuz to keep me warm,

Keep that snow out in the west, we don’t need that storm,

Can’t be poetizing when I am listening to music,

So I will end here and hope I created a grin on the other end,

Never would I want to of any of you offend…J

© ed 12/29/06