We'll probably drink, too, at nine

We're all holed up in our homes
Haven't seen our friends in ages
Not even for a sit down meal
We all cover our faces
And, we'll see, two weeks from now
How bad it all might go
But tonight, we'll dance and chat and laugh
Happy to see this year go 

It's actually winter now, at nine

The nights are getting longer
The days are growing cold
We've done this so many times
You now need not be told
Sit down for a while
Come rest beside my hearth
We shall share a glass or two
And revel in its warmth

Candles and mirrors at nine

We all come together
We all do our part
Share a little bit of light
Help keep away the dark

Microwave for 30 seconds at nine

This week we were thankful
Can count ourselves truly blessed
And we will feed the next month
On everything that's left

Y'all know the drill, at nine

It looks like they want a coup
And to that: fat chance
So here's what we are going to do
Have a good time and dance

I kid you not, starting at nine

The final affront has been launched
Hoping to kill the truth
With unconvincing arguments
And total lack of proof

Count along at nine

I know that I can't speak for you
You have your voice, it should be heard
But I'll be glad when this is through
Right now, it just seems too absurd

We'll start at nine

Next week will be all kinds of dumb
Tonight, we're just having fun

This is fine, at nine

Satan raises his wicked staff
Beneath, the demon cackles swell
Devils join in with their laugh
And merry times are had in hell

Let's wake them up at nine

Halloween comes closer
It's right there, just ahead
In keeping with the spirit
Tonight's things that are dead 

With Vincent Price at nine

I can't believe there's still two months
Left in this year from hell
So I'll just play some music
And you come dance a spell

Scratching an itch at eight

It's going to happen twice this month
We're having a blue moon
At least this kind of thing is rare
(Thus the saying, I presume)

Don't think about it at nine

Halloween's a month away
And I'm starting to feel
That the monsters out there
Are just a bit too real

A distraction from the awful, at nine

Our countdown continues
October's nearly here
And with this year's losses
There is a mounting fear
But do not freeze in horror
Never bow your head
Because they are remembered
They are not truly dead

Remember the date at nine

As Halloween approaches
I can feel it getting nearer
The separation between weeks
Is slowly getting clearer 

Calendars make sense again at nine

I know we've all lost sense of time
Let me make one thing clear
Halloween will be next month
Which means it's nearly here

Withstanding it at nine

And the devil said, "You cannot withstand the storm."

And I said, "Dude, everyone has been inside the last few months. There is *no* way I'm going out, even if it's nice. Save it for next year."

First bell rings at nine

Books, paper, and pencils
A face-mask and some snacks
Packed lovingly by parents
In a bullet-proof backpack

3...2...1... At nine!

The first two-piece bathing suit
Was not met with calm
In Paris, nineteen-forty-six
It hit just like a bomb
In that first war-free summer
A brand-new way to tan
Named after an island
Wiped from the earth by man

Spraying for mosquitoes at nine

The cicadas are all humming
Outside, it's hot and muggy
I know that I was born here
But summer's always bugged me

My chin is gonna be so thin at nine

Sometimes, things aren't all that fun
I know it's not too much to ask
But if we want to see 2021
Please, just wear the goddamned mask

Longer, slower, cooler at nine

The mercury keeps climbing
It's crossing that red line
It's time to take things slowly
Let's all just take our time

I can still love here at nine

The bodies were in the streets
Before we had cell phones
So much time was wasted

While we hid in our homes

It was never a good system

On that we all agree
The opportunity has been lost

It's time we'll never see

While we prepare our futures

And mourn for our all dead

"This isn't my America,"

Is what somebody said

Everything is laid bare,

We all can see the parts

Now, we roll our sleeves up
Now, the real work starts

No masks required at nine

The numbers just keep going up
Up and up they're sloping
I think that we can all agree
We were too quick to reopen

Flip ahead a few pages at nine

The year continues its glorious arch...
Wait. When did it stop being March?

An intermission of sorts, at nine

Historians far in the future
Will have a tough question to start
If they're studying 2020
They'll have to decide just which part

Pew! Pew! at nine

Only sixteen years ago
Some were sad to see him go
Events from this last twenty
Are what he did to you and me

All creatures great and small, at nine

Tonight, we'll try for something fun
After a week most inhumane
Seeing as how we might be done
Let's tap into a different vein

We fire the writers of this flick at nine

Floods, fires, and hurricanes
Everything has gone to sh*t
Add all that to everything
This is the end, or is it?

We start pouring at nine.

It's been a rough week, I guess.
I think
Let's all relax some
With a drink

There may have been more at nine

Yesterday was April
Tomorrow will be June
Somewhere in-between that
There was a super moon

General strike at nine

We're coming out of lock-down
You knew it wouldn't last
I suppose I should be happy
But it happened kinda fast

slow haiku at nine

Somewhere during this
It stopped being February
And then, next week--May!

Your ride is here at nine

This journey's only started
It leads to god knows where
But do not feel faint-hearted
In due time, we'll get there

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Listen and repeat.

March is over? at nine

Yuri's night is Sunday
Easter is as well
Passover is this week
As if you couldn't tell

Wednesday was the pink moon
The sky was full and bright
We'll live another weekend
I hope you are all right

I'd even take July, at nine

I know it seems dull and monochrome
And you're bored from midnight to noon
But if everybody could please stay home
I have stuff I want to do in June

Oh god, is it Friday?

This week has been the longest year
Time is all upset, isn't it?
Meanwhile, my set is two hours long
And starts in thirty minutes

Social distancing at nine

I guess this is where we are now
There's no TP on the shelf
I guess we'll make it through, though
Just keep your hands to yourself

Feelin' lucky at nine

Oh my goodness, would you look at the date
We knew when it started. We acted too late
At least know you have this promise from me
For the music tonight, I take responsibility

Spies, too, at nine

Everyone's scared of the virus
But I'm more afraid of thieves
Why, they have to power
To steal one whole hour
Just wait and you'll believe

One day extra, at nine

A history, now often told
What once, no one could get to hear
Records a hundred years old
For this shortest month of the year

Does this come in black? at nine

That sounds pretty jazzy, ya know?
It feels like it would be right to spin
Something more swinging and less staccato
But loaded with lots of melanin

Kinda heart-shaped at nine

Patron saint of the keepers of bees
Regularly invoked against epilepsy
And another thing on his epitaph,
The eve of chocolate on sale by half

It's gonna be super at nine

It's hanging up there in the sky
It's lurking in the trees
And when it hits you in the eye
You get weak in the knees

Relax and regroup at nine

January has finally ended
Glad to be done with that business
Now we prepare for the rest of the year
With or without a witness

Welcome the Metal Rat at nine

What a circus now we have
It's like a regular zoo
It means we have a new year
At least, the moon is new

Five, Seven, and other primes at nine

Today is Friday
It is now the seventeenth
It's weird how time flies

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Listen and repeat.

Tenth day of the new decade at nine

You have five fingers on either hand
Wave them in the air, along with the band
On each foot, you have five toes
Tap them in time with the song as it goes

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Listen and repeat.

One, Two, Three... at nine

Be they stooges or wise men
Brothers Marx or Ritz
Present in every fairy tale
And countdown, as permits