
January 1, 2022
Around the Bend
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January 1, 2021
Around the Bend
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December 31, 2017
Around the Bend
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December 31, 2016
Around the Bend
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January 1, 2015
Around the Bend
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January 1, 2014
Around the Bend
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January 1, 2013
Hair of the Dog
Posted by peerlesscynic under Writing | Tags: creative writing, humor, levee, New Years, satire, Writing |[3] Comments
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
January 3, 2011
Hair of the Dog (reprise)
Posted by peerlesscynic under Cultural, Don't Ask Me, Writing | Tags: bearly's, halifax, levee, New Years, Writing |Leave a Comment
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