Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’
No miracle, untimed ending like last year for this one.
Only this and nothing more is how things will end up for the Jags.
Gus may have to get on the bus
- past performance not an indicator or future performance
- so we’re adding to the dictionary