| The Puzzle's The Thing |
| Once a year it comes, But good to have all year. Can't see it, taste it, smell it, no sound it hums, But you can feel it, although no molecules are near. It congers up images of a fatty with lots of white Whose cloths get filthy when he does this thing. We usually think about things in hiding at night, But should be kneeling in humility before the ring. If you could put it in a box and mail it around the world, There would be peace when they opened and released it. It brings us to joyous celebration unfurled, But the object of it can cause division a bit. It's been around for a long time, But never gets stale and always seems new. If you don't have it, being miserly's your crime I have some here, so I'll share it with you. By Eric Johnston December 14, 2001 |
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