The 2016 Nobel prize for literature is awarded to Bob Dylan
Where has he been keeping himself?
Will he accept? Will he show up?
What will he say?
Tomorrow is, after all, just another day.
If he does, will he wear a tux,
Whispering under his breath, aw shucks.
Or, will he just sit in the hall,
Watching it all.
Don’t think twice,
Ain’t no use wondering,
Whatever Bob does,
It’s more than alright.
It’s quite nice.