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When the firemen left, laughing;
When the scattered, sodden candles
Had all been gathered up
And the rugs vacuumed
As best we could;
When the smoke cleared,
And open windows
Were closed again:
We glumly gnawed on stale Danish,
Instead of that so pretty birthday cake;
Drank flat soda instead of champagne,
And wondered why we'd partied
To mark the passing years.
Cortland (KA5S) June 17, 2005
To which a reply:
I think that I shall never hear
A poem lovelier than beer,
A little prose, a little rhyme,
A happy way to pass the time,
But as we mark another year,
I'm glad that we have Cortie here.
Tim (THICKS15) June 19, 2005 |
