Now who will lead our carnival? And who will make us stronger?
Who will mend our broken sleep when she is here no longer?
For who's part do we stand and bow? What stories do we tell?
And will we memorize the day when great and greatness fell?
Say will this valley overcome, and will these shadows fade?
And will we lift our eyes to see the beauty that she made?
The disappearing last of her that leads to worlds unknown
Has left a path to softly tread when sadness wanders home.
I'll meet thee where the highland winds divide wild mountain tyne,
Where I will be forever yours and you, forever mine.
This week was Our Myrtle week. Though we were mixed on the tribute show last Friday, we were glad to see our great dame honored. But with the gaping hole our Myrtle has left, where will we find the heart of the show? Boobianca's sperm-stealing antics take her out of the running. So who will it be? Maybe a new executive producer will come to the rescue? Lots of rumors, folks, and we know you'll keep all of us posted here. (I know I'll be sure to check out Superposter's blog for all of the latest.)
Have a grand holiday, and we'll see you next year!