Tonight's December thirty-first, something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, like a time bomb in the hall. Hark, it's midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year!
Ogden NashA husband is a guy who tells you when you've got on too much lipstick and helps you with your girdle when your hips stick.
Ogden NashAnd you stagger down to break your fast. Greasy bacon and lacquered eggs And coffee composed of frigid dregs.
Ogden Nash