OH yeah...the chicken that polkas

(April 26, 2006)

I am hunting pictures from my digital camera from when All the Queen's Men went to Europe. I know they're somewhere on one of these CDs that say "Lexi Back-up." Here's the kind of thing, though, that happens when you're looking through files from three, four, six years ago. I found this partial poem from Christmas 2K.

Puzzles were puzz�ed and Elmo was fun,
The electronic puppy could sit, bark, and run
But just as a spark is compared to a flame
That�s how these playthings compare to�The Game

The Game is confounding, The Game is tenacious
The Game is as random as hell is hellacious
A flick of your wrist and a toss of the dice
It�s Lady Luck (not Santa) asking �Naughty or Nice?�

Walter rolls with a flourish, planning a scheme
Henry plays �dice boy� for the whole team
Lady Luck doesn�t care if you�re bottlewasher or chef
She treats you the same...well, all except Jeff

Experienced Gamers suspect the big ones
And light ones and long ones and nice holly-sprigged ones
It rattles, it shakes, it�s hard when you squeeze it
�That one�s a gourd, I know it�or is it?�

When everyone (even Jeff) gets one gift at least
Turn to your loved ones -- and prepare to get fleeced
It�s like if the Cratchits� fat goose, as they cook it
Was snatched from the hearth; Doh! April just took it

The moment of truth puts a thrill in the air
�Thanks for the wonderful...Holiday Gladware?�
Trish got a picture frame, and hey, so did Mark
Just like Charlie Brown, Norm got a rock

Sue got something ugly we still can�t explain
Norm said it�s a vegetable but it looked like a brain
Les got some savory liquor of coca
And Jeff got Cornelius, the chicken that polkas...

There's more, but do you care?

And fucking hell, where did I find the time?