have been philosophising greatly,
As champagne often makes me do,
Preparing to herald in the new year,
I'm determined to see it through.
But I got to thinking about Y2K,
And its effect on society,
The whole thing was an Unwashed plot,
It is so clear to me.
For the power stations would not work,,
Electricity would be past,
So, people could not get water,
And they'd be left aghast,
For they could not bathe at all,
Let alone use s.o.a.p.,
They would be forever the Unwashed,
From the paupers to the Pope.
Thus, membership would rocket,
Poor Rosh would be in a spin,
People wouyld flock to us in their billions,
Begging to be let in.
Alas, the bug was caught in time,
The billions will not come,
But what a way to unite the world -
Unwashed - that's everyone!

Cheers from the Land of Oz