The Copper’s 1993 Seasonal Toast!

Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  Here we go

Let’s start one year ago

From the beginning you know

Because I am Fro

Twas the night before New Years

I said with a grin

I’ll be in my spa

Cause my patients were thin

The water was a treat

After two hours we were beat

All we could do was just crash

At Kurt’s New Year’s Eve bash

Grandmother dropped in

And said with a grin

I am here for an Elder Hostile

Since she is not a fossil

The March storm went up the coast

I wish I could boast

The waves hit with a crash

Then our boat was just trashed

It was fixed but then sold

To a seventeen year old

Without the boat, time moved faster

So we put the Oldsmobile out to pasture

Believe me, the people of New Orleans

Are not what you’d call darlings

Buy we went to the French Quarter

And got it cooked to order

Dad was quite ill

But we are proud of him still

The year has been rough

And he has proved he is tough

Well you know we like wine

And we do care to dine

So we went off to France

To do the taste bud dance

The food was all ripe

I can’t believe I like tripe

The vin was exquisite

As was the visit

Champagne, Alsace, Burgundy, Bordeaux and Paris

We enjoyed the view of the Eiffel tower terrace

Napoleon’s tomb, Notre Dame and the Louve

We got into the groove

We wish you all well

Now go ring a bell

For we hope next year

Will be as fun as HELL

SEASONS GREETINGS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!