That's all, she wrote

That's all, she wrote

I know it by rote:
That’s all, she wrote
The new year is coming
By beam
Or by mote

The remote is now here
A load to tote
The grasshopper’s laze
No anti
Dote

What is needed
Is Noah’s big boat
And rags to chew
And a little white
Goat

The snow is down
The clock near out
Tic-tocs whisper on
And me with the
Gout

Snout in the air
And drug through the mud
When you are up for the count
You are down, so she
Wrote

[DD 12/30/07]