Speak Softly and Carry a Big Fish

PENTAX DIGITAL CAMERA‘Twas four days before Christmas, when inside the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for one mouse

The party’d been planned by three friends with care

All had turned 50 and felt some despair.


That day’s locations she looked at with dread

As visions of horrible danced in her head.

“There’s no way we’ll finish, the schedule is crap!

The director’s a lunatic, the producer’s a sap!

The camera could break, its lens all a-shatter

The sky threatens rain, the costumes could tatter.

The talent could meltdown; egos could clash

The script could be easily tossed in the trash.”


So she left for the station, her heart full of woe

Knowing that likely she’d not get to go.

But things went quite smoothly despite all her fear

And she bid them farewell when evening came near.


The soup she had made was warming and thick

The cookies she’d baked made nobody sick.

The viands were marvelous, the chatter was game

The wine was superb, the presents the same.

Not a single disaster, no problem or fight

Happy Birthday to all, and to all a good night!


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