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| Jack's Place winter, 2004 |
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| ODE TO MY TSR 'Twas three nights before Christmas, when it seemed in my life Not a creature was stirring; especially, my wife I was wrapped in a blanket, drool covering my chin In hopes that the pain pills would start kicking in The family was sitting, just watching TV Amused at the sitcoms, but laughing at me My arm in a sling, pulled snug to my chest I sprawled, limbs akimbo, and just partly dressed When out in the hallway there arose such a sound I awakened quite quickly, my head snapped around I moved my left shoulder (it was quite a strain) Then let out a whimper, my world filled with pain The dog was excited; he danced like a freak He needed to tinkle (like that was unique) Then everyone noticed, as he danced about That I wasn't moving ... not taking him out So, they all reacted, as if with one voice The dog needed tending ... there wasn't a choice They gave me a look, as I thrashed about Said ... "Jack, quit your whining ... the dog must go out!" So I struggled from comfort and stumbled downstairs While they nestled deeper In their easy-chairs I leaned on the doorway as I searched for his collar I tried to restrain him and let out a holler He got all excited, expecting to go So I opened the door and walked into the snow He knew what he needed, he lunged straight ahead He pulled me behind him, my eyes filled with dread I hit the deck, sliding, no balance at all I flailed as he sprinted ... expecting to fall But, he stopped quite abruptly, and squatted to pee As I kept on sliding, right into a tree He finished his business and turned to return I tried to stand up, my arm stuck in a fern He pulled me behind him, across the back yard He moved very slowly (the pulling was hard) As we reached the basement, his leash I untied As he walked away smugly, I curled up and cried The family was listening, as I thrashed about And, from the TV, they let out a shout "We're watching a show here, no cause for alarm ... When there's a commercial, we'll look for your arm!!" By now it was over, and I didn't care I fell into dreamland, as I shriveled up there When they finally showed up ... (still no cause for alarm) I showed them my finger, instead of my arm I hope that your Christmas is filled with great joy And you can all cherish each girl and each boy And if you don't cry and if you don't shout You can be very thankful ... I took the dog out. |
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