T’was the ninth of December
And I honestly couldn’t think,
Of a single rhyme to write,
That didn’t make me blink.
All the rhymes I thought of,
Were silly at their best.
Head shaking worthy at their worst –
Not one could pass the test!
So, here’s my contribution,
To this night of mournful lack.
‘Tis short and strange – but it rhymes –
And off to bed, I’m going to pack.
Hopefully tomorrow will see,
My brain’s computer going again.
But for now, this is all I have…
So, good-night and farewell until then!
To the KING be all the glory!
That was very pretty.
Thank you!