I went through a week, and not just ANY week
That’s a week that I’ll never forget.
I bought a new book, and a used crochet hook,
And I took a giraffe to the vet.
The bookstore was crowded, I had to push in,
The tables and shelves overflowin’.
But I found it at last, in the store, oh so vast:
A book for my dear cousin Owen.
He’s been ill, as you know, or maybe you don’t…
(That’s a tale for another blog post)
But I knew that a book, with a sleek modern look,
Would cheer him and heal him the most.
Now with that chore complete, it was time for a treat,
So I hiked to the mall of my choice.
Where I glanced at the widgets with buttons and digits
And waited for need to give voice.
Do I NEED twin eggbeaters, or a pair of red cheaters?
Or a painting of sun on a tarn?
No! By gum, what I need, with a soul-aching greed
Is a hook and a pattern and yarn!
I browsed through the blankets and ponchos and capes.
I examined the textures and colors and shapes.
I bypassed some booties, a vest and a hat.
I finally settled on nothing, that’s that.
With so much to choose, my brain grew a bruise
I abandoned the mall for the street.
And indeed there I found (and I gave a glad sound)
A girl selling things on a sheet.
With a silvery sheen, and a color between
Ruby red and the rocks in a brook,
It captured my eye, as I sauntered on by
My fabulous new old used hook!
What a find! What a day! In my casual way
I gave thanks to the whatsit above.
And as I walked on, past the jai alai fronton,
My heart gave my chest a great shove.
He was limping a bit, and covered in shit
And his eyes were as grey as the moon.
A giraffe! What the hell? And he didn’t feel well,
He looked on the verge of a swoon.
Lucky for him, that day on a whim
I’d tucked in my bag a large tuber.
With a big old red yam, and the promise of ham,
I calmed him and thumbed up an Uber.
The driver was ok, in a hipster-ish way,
Unfazed by his ungulate fare;
We zipped to the vet, and there we were met
By a wonderful giver of care.
“Rest and calm is what he needs,
Give him grasses, give him seeds”
They tucked him up in a little bed
With a hot-water bottle on his head.
Now you’ve had a peek at how I spent my week
It’s a week full of busy life-living.
But there’s no time to sigh, for tomorrow we fly
To my in-laws for early Thanksgiving!
I have NO idea where that all came from. I intended to do a generic ‘YAY! it’s Friday’ thing, and then THIS popped out!
Not based on a true story, except that last part – since we don’t want to travel on crazy-ass Thanksgiving itself, Mr Tater and I are heading to his parents’ tomorrow to air the grievances and gnaw on the celebratory carcass.