And so, old Runnymedians,
It's time once more to meet
To share our tales of joy and grief
In the Iberian summer heat.
Five years have etched a few more lines
On faces once so young,
While neuronal circuits spark and fuse
Recalling favrit songs once sung.
Let's dwell on what has come to pass,
Like wondrous Man United.
There's nothing wrong with Beckham's thong
And with mine, my wife's delighted.
We must take heart and comfort too
At Bob Dylan's recent revival
Which clearly shows that after middle age
There's life, not just survival.
And now I feel I really must
Dispense some words of learning,
And share my thoughts with distant friends
For who my heart is yearning.
But as I dwell on days long passed
While on my pencil sucking,
I find no better words than Fritz the Cat,
So may you always "keep on trucking"