Poems From Bard to Verse
The prospect of
four days of grandparent service
With a ten month old grandson made us just a bit nervous.
It began, at 5:30, just before dawn--
By 5:32 the parents were gone.
The grandson, aroused, sensed that things weren't quite right
As his parents rushed out in time for their flight.
While grandpa was soothing at 5:34,
Grandma let "Dusty" go out the back door
As canine caught critter, we instantly knew
the black and white beauty well known for its phew.
After Dusty slinked in she proceeded to race
On a circular track with Gran giving chase
With Gran in pursuit wielding "Skunk Off" and towels
And Dusty belatedly moving her bowels.
Perhaps in their haste the words "Stay" and "Sit"
Were interpreted loosely in the frenzy of it.
A circus like atmosphere surrounding the race
Soon brought a smile to a happy child's face.
(Perhaps the word atmosphere is not satisfactory
For the fumes overwhelmed any sense olifactory. )
The effluvium reached the furthest of rooms--
We may never lose the effect of the fumes.
Soon grandpa stopped giving his grandson a hug
And was pressed into cleaning the living room rug.
As he moved to the kitchen to clean up the flooring--
The youngster began his high speed exploring.
Now 5:55, we would go with the flow!
(We only had 96 hours to go.)
arriving in just a few weeks
Join us in cheer though our happy home reeks!
with the kind permission of the author Mel Wade - © November 13, 1998
Based on a true story...aren't they all?
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