The Modern Curmudgeon

This weekend, I'm pleased to report

Is actually feeling too short.

Filled with fun and friends

It began. Now it ends

With a cigar and a nice glass of port.

"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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