The Modern Curmudgeon

It's March Madness and tonight I

Will root for my team, do or die

As I try to ignore

That out on the floor

Isn't one single chromosome Y.

"I'm going to work" he explained The shirt he'd put on that day "Well you look to me Quite like a worker bee" "Actually, Dad, he said, "worker A."

Tomorrow I turn 41. What to do once these limericks are done? Will my idle hands seek Out some evil unspeak- able once this new freedom's begun?

To ashes, and once more to dust We consecrate you, here entrust You to unending sea And to eternity Swallow hard. Soldier on. As we must.

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