Ladron the Heeler (Chief Service Dog) was yelling at her to hurry up.
And hallucinations. I was convinced that my dear wife was weaving hammocks for rats.
A dreadful time was had by all, and I want payback.
Thus, I have taken on the Emperor Nero, and he will never be the same.
You're welcome.
Back
in ancient classics-land
where
dead languages foregather,
there
was an accomplished fiddle-hand
who
got Rome into a lather.
He
really offered little mercy,
that
mean old Caesar, Nero,
prob’ly
‘cause when he was thirsty,
they
gave him wine, not beer-o.
They
say in vino veritas,
but
not for this Roman man
who
was forced to isolation of the glass,
missing
Camaraderie of the Can.
‘Twas
drinkin’ pals for which he yearned,
and
thus denied, well, Rome he burned.
Music from Sam Cooke, with What A Wonderful World...otherwise nown as the 'Don't Know Much About Hitory' song.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.
Andrew, I appreciate your humorous poem. But truly, I'm sorry it was such a horrible weekend for you, Barb, and the dogs. I continue to pray for you, my friend, as you walk through this. Sending very gentle hugs.
ReplyDeleteJeanne, I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem, and so appreciate hugs and prayers!
DeleteThis sounds absolutely terrible. I have only ever had one severe, delirious fever and it terrified me... Your resilient ability to find humor inspires me so much.
ReplyDeleteMisty, thank you so much! As the fevers come more often, the delirium's a bit easier to take.
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