aprilfollies on Nostr: My Dad made it our family’s New Year’s Eve tradition to recite the poem “Good ...
My Dad made it our family’s New Year’s Eve tradition to recite the poem “Good Riddance, But Now What?”by Ogden Nash. This year, I read it to him - and wanted to share it with you:
Come children, gather round my knee, Something is about to be.
Tonight’s December thirty-first. Something is about to burst.
The clock is crouching, dark and small, Like a time bomb in the hall.
Hark! It’s midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year.
Come children, gather round my knee, Something is about to be.
Tonight’s December thirty-first. Something is about to burst.
The clock is crouching, dark and small, Like a time bomb in the hall.
Hark! It’s midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year.