You offer me waking up with laughter
on the last day of the year.
Yo, plumed Watson, diggeth this! and
many kinds of scruff forthwith.
You, you. (Oh the years in warp drive!)
Called Hark the Harold last night but
haven’t heard back from him.
You! You! Offer me waking up.
Offer me waking up with laughter
on this fine and final day of
an all-too-warped decade.
