Once upon a winter dreary, a Yenta pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a cold and freezing evening in New York City —
While she nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping…
When the Yenta awoke and her eyes could see through the smoke of sleep,
She could see what had caused all the pity.
Away from the winter’s cold she flew, to Miami Beach with water so blue.
To celebrate the President’s day and play, this was her mission, not nuclear fission.
The sun baked away the mold and mildew that once in her bones so cold it grew.
Take this Yenta’s timely advice,
don’t give in to winter, it’s not so nice.
Enjoy some sun and some sand and you’ll say the next day:
Happy President’s Day from your Beloved Retirement Yenta!