Every Who here in Whoville likes Christmas a lot
From the greyest old coot to the tiniest tot.
But when holiday stress gets too much, it's a cinch
That the jolliest Who will turn into a Grinch.
But there's a solution for yuletide depression.
What Who needs is an Irish type Thursday night session.
So after you've hung all the lights on the cedar
Head north to O'Dowd's for some craic with Bob Reeder.
Bob will delight Whos with songs sad and funny
And even a love song for you and your honey.
A limerick, joke or a story or two
It's a Bob Reeder Holiday Hullabaloo!
So don't be a Grinch, get yer arse in the Chevy
Go over the river, the banks and the levee
To O'Dowd's other place, and I will suppose a
Smart Who like you can go find Zona Rosa
And Bob, with his cure for the Holiday Blues
For you and the rest of the Grinchified Whos.
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2 comments:
Your lyrical genius is wasted here, old friend.
Well, you never know when an intelligent, cultured, erudite poetry lover with really low standards such as yourself may wander in.
But thank you, old friend.
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