*insert picture here… if I had one. :p*
On the fourth day of December,
My brain is much too tired,
To create a nice and flowing rhyme…
It feels all muddy and mired.
Instead I’ll go, read to my sisters,
Then hurry off to go to sleep.
Then maybe when the morrow comes…
The wells of rhyme, will again be deep!
To the KING be all the glory!