To all who have made "Decade's Best" lists with preambles that claim the decade officially ends at the end of 2010...
It’s a time to celebrate the best from the past decade.
Tops in baseball, swimming, golf, and more deserving of parade.
A decennial party to commemorate 10 years' past.
A time to recall all the things time sent by so fast.
But, a bijou, boisterous, bawdy band suddenly appears.
A contingent of contrarians, constantly contesting our counting of the years.
They stroll in on their stallions, confident, and overdressed.
Every 10 years, they crash our party, an audacious, uninvited guest.
On their high horses the all-knowing nitpicks can surely scoff.
They pose a rhetorical question, veiled by only a sarcastic cough.
“You think '09 the end of the decade?” they shall steadily say.
In answer, like their horses, they can only cry out, “Nay.”
Atop their sturdy steeds, these haughty horsemen’s noses’ heighten.
Raised so lofty they smell perfumes from the sirens of Titan.
From their saddles they set gaze upon many they find a dupe.
To us, down on the earth, we smell only their ponies...
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