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While no Fred Astaire, nor mayor of debonair

Let it be said

He had his fair share of hair

 

Zigging and zagging and contented within

As advice was bestowed with a pint and a grin

 

But despite Mon frère’s intent to impair

They spewed non sequiturs, faster than a hare

 

So with aimless precision he made the decision

To continue the folly of pointed derision

 

And in the face of collision, like nuclear fission

The evening collided with a cheerful fruition

 

Under the glare of the wear and the tear

Let it be said

He had his fair share of hair

To honor the new year, I’m reprising an old piece which was originally inspired by the grand time had by all at last years levee at a local watering hole.  Based on this years experience I’d say that inspiration plus one is now the tradition.



While no Fred Astaire, nor mayor of debonair

Let it be said

He had his fair share of hair

 

Zigging and zagging contented within

As advice was bestowed with a pint and a grin

 

And despite Mon frère’s intent to impair

He shared non sequiturs worthy of Voltaire

 

So with god like precision he made the decision

To continue the mission of pointed derision

 

In the face of collision like nuclear fission

The evening concluded with cheerful fruition

 

Under the glare of the wear and the tear

Let it be said

He had his fair share of hair