I’m taking a break from Moby-Dick for the week. Have a nice holiday everyone.
It’s a Celtic Skull
They sent my bride for an antique knife
On an iPod-laden goat,
On the first two days of Christmas,
And they hung me o’er the moat.
I can’t complain; she’s a fetching dame,
And she was mine for a while.
She could lift the misty morning
With a barely broken smile.
It’s not a skull; it’s a Celtic Skull.
May it haunt you ’til you die.
(c) and (p) 2007 Patrick Shea
Call Me Ishmael 
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