Thanksgiving is done
A new arc has begun
The art I will not be anointing
For again it is quite disappointing
Tracy sat in his domestic bliss
The circus surely, he does not miss
Tess has told him of a plan you see
They will go and see a symphony
The maestro a call does make
Seeking a son who is a flake
Find this missing person says he
But he really just wants the Stradivari
Ten million they said the son could get
But he just took two, boy, what an idiot
The baddies now have the fiddle
What happens next is the riddle
In the weeks to come what will we see
A gripping tale, or more inanity?
Thanksgiving is done A new arc has begun The art I will not be anointing For again it is quite disappointing Tracy sat in his domestic bliss The circus surely, he does not miss Tess has told him of a plan you see They will go and see a symphony The maestro a call does make Seeking a son who is a flake Find this missing person says he But he really just wants the Stradivari Ten million they said the son could get But he just took two, boy, what an idiot The baddies now have the fiddle What happens next is the riddle In the weeks to come what will we see A gripping tale, or more inanity?