Today is the day we do thee ensconce,
though we may be a wee bit tired;
thus no fuss or emotional response
for none of that is required.
Whew!! What a relief.
No more grief
and no need for a paper sheaf,
because today we had us a safety brief.
It was not an in-depth one, however;
more along the lines of a checking all the gear
to assure it was okay
so we wouldn’t work in fear
upon this blust’ry day.
DaveyH. was ripe for winning,
though on the way
to his dismay
his old snow tires were spinning!
“Bummer,” he thought,
as he powered his non-Hummer® up to the lot. It was pretty
unnerving and Davey yelled “SHIT!” to do that much swerving
whilst not deserving it.
So he got to the top
at the customer’s castle,
so happy to stop
and avoid one more hassle.
That sh** was redacted
as he then got distracted:
Then, not feeling fine
he read a headline
about some cuts to Medicare.
What else could you call it
but an assault on the wallet?
Thus moniker it if you dare. . .
You won’t be enthralled, because it is called
a non-system of sick-care.
An annoyance that is so profound:this weather strip coming
loose.It makes you want to nail it down;else-wise, it’s no use.It happens, of coursethis time of yearwhen the slushy ice forcejust rips it out, y'hear?
When we think back about that louse who would turn his shack
into a slaughterhouse, for a time the future did look grim, but fortunately
townfolk did defeat him. They were not going to take that crap; BOINGGG! a
FEATHER IN THEIR CAP!
Despite a bit of legal spending,the story had a happy ending. . .[to be freekin’ continued]
as slaughter with its guts and bloodwent to the dustbin with a THUD.Kudos to the legal teamthat killed the killer’s slaughter dream!
And as the foregoing story concludes,the townfolk were happy gals and dudes.And so it is on to the next big distraction:Yet another day, one rife with frustrationat wresting the way of this life at the station.Oh, you
could write reamsabout how you abhorthe job that just seemsto need you out the door.Thus, quit this spate of late for the datenasty habit of yours I implore!
Glitch #1 on what looks to be a long, possibly obnoxious
string of obstacles: got all the way to Rob M’s and realized NO KEY.
And none hidden,
not even in an imaginary midden.
The dogs barked furiously and smeared spittle on the door
window: “INTRUDER ALERT!”
“Hey!”, they might say,
“it’s you we will hurt!”
Dutiful canines, both they were,
and shedding not a little fur.
So Davey H got back in his cur
whilst uttering an expletive slur.
Back the 5 miles or so
he would have to go
to get the key and then back he’d be.
The trucks, aw-shucks, they carry their loads,as all manner of tires whip salt off the roads.Wind howling
fastand strident and loud;and white salt we passedis amassed in a cloud.
Heads-up to municipalities utilizing de-icing salt: Hey, we
understand sodium chloride is the cheapest of the 3 or 4 possible salt options,
but it’s also the most corrosive, phytotoxic and unhealthy product you can use.
Moreover, it’s only workable down to 15° F, whereas magnesium chloride is effective to 5 degrees
Fahrenheit. Calcium chloride falls somewhere between the two, and is slightly
less harmful to plants.
As an added bonus, calcium chloride rusts out our cars and
trucks a little less aggressively.
So put that in your plow and stoke it.
Then to this:Traipsing through the snowhe had no idea where he was,but the dogs knew where to go;good thing they were here because...
Patience, gnarly apple tree,with ‘pomes’ they call themin the falla fruitful harvest? We shall see. . .Hark! You cannot count them all!
The tree man pruned each apple treeand he was so perplexed;at times the handsaw bit his knee.He wondered what was next.