I've dream up poems and typed out ditties
To give with blankets and knitted mitties.
But, such a ritual is quite a bother
For one who is not the unborn's father.
I've gushed over those about to retire
And bragged about some we'd no longer hire.
But rather than being a hypocrite
I'm telling you now, I'm ready to quit.
So, then...call no more on this tired bard,
But go out and purchase a Hallmark Card.
posted by ken wilkins @ 4:50 PM
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