posted on Dec, 31 2011 @ 09:28 AM
It was the hours before new years, and all though the house
not a cold brew was brewing, not even housemade.
the poor man sat sitting, he stared at a nail
"Oh will someone remember me?" he said, with a wail.
Along came a thought to quench his dire thirst
"Ahha Now I know, I'll post on here first!"
So alone in his damp, and musty attire
he sat, and he posted, to feel that much higher.
"Hello to you ATS, " he posted and waited.
"So long have I lingered," he said unabated.
He sat and he pondered at what he had said,
and then reconsidered, it's best sleep instead...
happy new year... sorry for the poem..