January 22, 2012 § 2 Comments
He was so alarmed by the approaching storm
That he climbed up the smokestack,
Where he became entangled in a string of lights.
While he struggled to reach the pinking shears
Beneath the clipboard in his backpack,
The quarrelsome chorus prepared to sing
misery despondency hymn.
I noticed that there was already something called the Misery Hymn online, so I’m making a change…