Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Foster Road,
Creatures were bundling-up scrap metal to load
The needles were strewn by the RV with care,
In hopes their dealer soon would be there;
The addicts were huddled under a tarp in the rain,
With visions of scavenged cardboard complete with a stain;
Mama in her jean jacket and I in my hat,
Had just taken a toke for a long winters nap.
When right off the highway there arose such an affair,
I sprang from my sleeping bag to see who was there;
To the broken out window I flew like a pigeon,
Turns out breaking them out was a bad decision.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
To the front of my RV, a city worker a bound;
He was all dressed in plastic, from his head to his feet,
To empty my septic and offer something to eat;
He had a broad face, though mask covered most,
But I saw in his eye he'd rather be at the coast;
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Dragging long pumping hoses, with a heave and a jerk;
Witha squint in his eye, and as I took a dose,
It gave me a feeling he thought this was gross;
He sprung up to his to his truck and hung up his hose,
Pulled down his mask and held his nose:
But I heard him exclaim under a cold setting sun,
"Thank you Ted Wheeler, what a great job you've done."
Author Unknown.
Creatures were bundling-up scrap metal to load
The needles were strewn by the RV with care,
In hopes their dealer soon would be there;
The addicts were huddled under a tarp in the rain,
With visions of scavenged cardboard complete with a stain;
Mama in her jean jacket and I in my hat,
Had just taken a toke for a long winters nap.
When right off the highway there arose such an affair,
I sprang from my sleeping bag to see who was there;
To the broken out window I flew like a pigeon,
Turns out breaking them out was a bad decision.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
To the front of my RV, a city worker a bound;
He was all dressed in plastic, from his head to his feet,
To empty my septic and offer something to eat;
He had a broad face, though mask covered most,
But I saw in his eye he'd rather be at the coast;
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Dragging long pumping hoses, with a heave and a jerk;
Witha squint in his eye, and as I took a dose,
It gave me a feeling he thought this was gross;
He sprung up to his to his truck and hung up his hose,
Pulled down his mask and held his nose:
But I heard him exclaim under a cold setting sun,
"Thank you Ted Wheeler, what a great job you've done."
Author Unknown.
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