This is the worst day of the year for me. It is because of how short the amount of daylight is today. I know, tomorrow on the Winter Solstice is actually shorter when it comes to daylight, but that is a day when I can celebrate that henceforth the days will start to lengthen until that damn Summer Solstice. So today I weep, gnash my teeth, rend my garments asunder (really a bad idea when it is cold out), and am generally a sullen mess. The bottom line is that nobody can tell the difference in me from a typical day. However, it has been sunny today, so that has helped my mood. Before the sun got off its lazy ass and rose this morning, I was already out briskly walking while I wrote this poem about the dearth of daylight today.
From the depths of Hell
Comes a day so short.
Icy silence meets
Man’s retort.
A plaintive cry and
Desperate plea,
For a few more minutes
Of sun to see.
But it will not be
On this short day.
So I say to winter,
Piss off straightaway.
OK, I know it is not technically winter yet, but it is cold, below freezing, so I claim the winter reference is valid under the umbrella of poetic license. And while you’re at it, hand me that umbrella. I think it’s snowing out and my garments have been rended asunder.
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World 
“Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!”
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I’m sorry, but you must have mistaken me for a learned, literate person rather than a shiftless buffoon. I am hoping this won’t be a whale of a winter or else I may be blubbering all the way through it.
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