You know that Fairy Godmother hustle. No little eyes allowed.
Beauty queens, titans, gladiators + men.
At the start of this era, Brad married Jen.
The year was smooth, like Santana + Rob.
Remember when Angie was Mrs. Billy Bob?
The end of the world: off were all bets.
Over at Wimbledon, Venus won at the nets.
In the Big Apple, the Yankees took the win.
Then on Pennsylvania Ave, Dubya moved in.
Harry P had his goblet of fire,
And Creed insisted on going higher.
Breathe, said Faith; oops! said Britney.
Grammar the lesson with rural Nelly.
Have fun with this Confetti game:
That year, Beyonce said, say my name.
Justin said, it’s gonna be May.
Enter the year if you want to play.