The sixth of December I heard a commotion
And outside was Bob, having set things in motion.
With lights ’round his neck, and wrapped ’round his knee,
Scattered all over ‘cept where they should be.
“Don’t worry,” said Bob, “I’ll soon hang the lights
And when I am done all your nights will be bright.”
(to be continued…)
One thought on “Bob on a Log, pt. 4”
I hope you are right about getting those lights looking right after you put them up. But, you are so entangled in them I really have my doubts. You have my best wishes as you try to accomplish what you have begun.