Really - Aren't We ALL a Little Dotty?

So.

I hear it's some sort of bank holiday-type thingy for a lot of you tomorrow.

Here's a little sump-thin that will make your foray into all that tummy-rumbling picnic fare seem boldly justified, and maybe even a little cultural.

A flatulent soprano named Dotty

had a luncheon of beans and biscotti
Then, I'm sad to depart,
Her intestines took part
In her duet with poor Pavarotti

Three cheers for your red, white and blue!

[I wish you this because: a) we share a border, and b) I think the world of you all]




[But mostly c) I don't want you pissed off at me - I know how scary patriotic y'all can get. . .]