Hogmanay Houghmagandie

Orrabast Orratime by Phil Burns

AnElephantCant be confused with a magnet
Although they both are quite grey and inactive
One draws one repels
One fails one excels
And one is very clearly much more attractive

AnElephant when he was back in Scotland
Lived in a district of Glasgow named Partick
Not Patrick or Paddy
Or Pat the wee maddy
Just a place less hospitable than the alliterative Arctic

You may wonder if there is a theme to these rambles
The answer is no not at all
There are days like this one
When AnElephant just for fun
Has a hankering to attend a masked Hogmanay ball

So he starts of by being quite pointless
And then quickly loses the plot
Goes down a drain pipe
Gives his brow a quick wipe
And confuses himself quite a lot

He decides to tell a story with no moral
He narrates a short tale with no end
He creates a wee poem
Well come on now you know him
You might even consider him an interweblogosphere thingy friend

But though this post is not allegorical
Its meaning should soon be quite clear
This pathetic parable
With rhymes utterly terrible
Is his incomparable if not very cerebral way of wishing you all
A Happy New Year