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Friday, December 26, 2014

Twas the Day After Christmas....

.....and all through The Acre, Big Man and Cupcake was enjoying the baker.
The season had ended, and they were so pooped,
they told Fraidy Mutt her own doodie she'd scoop.

When out in the drive they heard such a clatter,
Big Man raced to the door, with his knife in a scabbard.
And what to their weary eyes did appear?
A freight delivery truck with their new generator.
Yeah, we know it don't rhyme, but generator is a tough one

Cupcake and Kattie had planned to go shopping at the mall,
and Cupcake said she best put the plans on stall.
She knew the big item would be "some assembly required"

and feared an ambulance would be summonsed when I'm unsupervised.
I told her "go on" I told her to "chill"
I'm not like your ex, who cant assemble a grill.
She looked on with concern, then headed on out,
Big man broke out his sockets and started, no doubt.
I'd have it assembled before she got back,
and I did it all without cursing, not even a "Frak"
Just K today



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