Celebrate! It’s 8-8-08!
Isn’t it great, great, so great,
that the Olympics chose 8-8-08,
to open the games in China?
And so we stayed up late,
too, too, way too late.
slipped over into 8-9-08,
by then it didn’t matter.
And then we ate,
ate, ate, and oh we ate.
Can you spell, “sate.”
Fell into a deep stupor.
Arrived at heaven’s gate,
sawed, sawed, and sawed that grate.
Woke up in a sweaty state,
wondering what is fate?
So set the clock and set the date,
thirteen months from now.
Will be fine at 9-9-09,
at least that’s the line.
Plan to celebrate again in 9-9-09,
nine, nine, oh nine is mine.
Eat, drink, and stay up too late.
Will have C4 in bed this time.
Boom!
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