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'Twas the noon of Christmas day
And all through the room,
Such a mess had developed
That could not be touched with a broom.
As I glanced about
At all the pieces that would not fit
From the kid's toys,
I started to curse old St. Nick,
When out from the driveway
Arose a tremendous clatter.
I sprang toward the window,
To glimpse what was the matter.
My foot came down heavy
On a screw I had missed.
I screamed and I moaned.
Boy, was I pissed!
I pulled back the curtain
And peered toward the clamor.
There stood my son
Beating his new bike with a hammer.
With screw still in foot,
I raced for the door.
I tripped over my tool box
And fell, face first, on the floor.
With one eye on the carpet
I spied a lone brake pad.
After finding my dignity,
I questioned the lad.
He said, "My bike's trying to kill me,
So I'm getting it first."
I wanted to tell him,
But I only made it worse.
As I looked over the dented torso
Of that bike with no brakes,
I told him, sincerely,
That Santa had made a mistake.
"Never again!",
I vowed and I swore.
"I'll follow directions,
For now and evermore."
"Be wary, my friends,'
I plead, through this tick I've acquired,
'Of the two most dangerous words-
Assembly required."
Legion
17Dec98