The Glory of Lichstenstein

Oy, I have been remiss in my postings here.  But I assure you that's it not because I haven't been grouchy.  Au contraire!  I've had a burr the size of Lichstenstein in my saddle for months.

Oh who am I kidding?  Life is actually great.  Here's a lousy poem just for fun.

Life is dandy.  Life is fine.
Don't ya know the sun do shine?
I think I might, I may incline
To give some things, all that is mine
To charity or some young whelp.
Perhaps the gummint needs some help?