chanukah monologue (2nd night)

You might think I'd give over a sicha, in honor of chanukah,
but I'm not gonna talk about that, in my monologue.

Maybe I'd tell you about my boring shabbos, and how long I slept,
but I'm not gonna talk about that, in my monologue.

I'd speak about the menorah, and it's meaning and importance,
but I don't feel like talking about that, in my monologue.

I have to be so careful not to blow out the candles every time I leave the house,
but I'm not gonna talk about that, in my monologue.

my mama made greacy latkes, and bought over a dozen donuts,
but who wants to talk about that, in my monologue.

I'd tell you about the movie I saw, and how it freaked me out and I really didn't like it,
but I'm not gonna talk about that, in my monologue.

I feel like having a good cry, but I'd equally laugh as hard if I found something worth laughing at,
but I'm not gonna talk about feelings, in my monologue.

I can't believe it's chanukah, as I do every year, and then it passes so fast and then its over and I missed out,
but I'm not gonna mention that, in my monologue.

I have so much to say, and so much to tell you,
but I'm not gonna say any of it, in my monologue.

(If the name Taylor Swift rings a bell, then you are correct for thinking that. And no I don't have security guards. But I didn't say lalala hahaha, plus, she didn't say anything about Chanukah. )

If this was a diary, I would reveal so much more, but alas, 'tis not. So that's all for tnite folks. Plus, if it was a diary, I'd start off, dear diary...

Okay, let's try again:

Dear Lucy...

(that's as far as I got. gnite.)