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Sunday, February 10, 2002

We went away to Tahoe

We went away to Tahoe,
My wife and son and I
To meet the Dillers and Mewetts
And Dolans by and by.

For the Dolans came one day late
At 11:00, I think,
Rested from a full night's sleep,
But Iris caught just a wink.

For the night before she fussed and stewed
About the cold damp house.
And so I went to gather wood
Accompanied by her spouse.

I've started many fires before
But not with Walter's wife.
Who chopped my kindling fire wood
With a regular beef steak knife

The next day saw a brighter look
With skiing in the sun.
All enjoyed the snow except
The guy who gimped his thumb.

Most had fun the next day with
A trip for coffee latte.
Except for the guy who gimped his thumb,
He was dropped at the house on the way!

The last day came in hours, it seemed.
Great food and friends enjoyed.
We dawdled over Sunday's brunch
But couldn't our packing avoid.

"We're leaving at One" Janet said
"And not a minute past!"
"Can't we leave at Two instead"
Said Scott, "I'll drive real fast!"

And so they left in a plume of smoke,
As dark as their black Ram.
With the Dolans chasing after them,
In a harried caravan.

And then we bid our hosts goodbye,
In teary-eyed adieu.
But the Dillers eyes twinkled joy,
For all had left but two!

- Dave Terry