I hope you remembered to write a will and leave me everything. I know you aren’t long to this world. I can promise that most of you will be back next year. Look around and say goodbye to the annuals as they don’t have enough genetic information to bloom again another season. They talk the talk but don’t walk the walk.
When you come back next year, could you increase in numbers? I’d like to get to know you better. I promise to prepare good foods for you and make your bed soft so you can stretch out your feet comfortably. In fact, you never thanked us for giving you a good home.
Some of you were caught asexually breeding with a different kind. I can accept that if you prove to be compatible. I am not however interested in supporting an offspring that is going to run amuck.
Some of you were a real treat to watch and some of you were a pain. I’m laying down new rules next year. You’ll have to grow more spread apart and stop sharing fungus feet and bed bugs. I’m fed up with such shenanigans. Next year you’ll grow where I tell you to grow!
You’ll get more grooming next year. I’m not putting up with those of you who swayed around in haphazard attire. If you can’t keep yourselves looking neat and tidy then I’m going to do it for you.
It’s your time to rest up and store energy for next season’s big show. I expect you to eat and drink while on vacation. No JUNK FOOD! If I see you are eating junk food then I’m going to cut you off and make you take your vitamins.
Thanks so much for all you did and we’ll get back together in the Spring.