Hark

I'm in a very bummed out mood. This obnoxious "care manager", Parmella, treats me like I'm totally worthless and can't think. She brusquely orders me around, and whenever I question anything or ask for clarification, she says "You talk too much. Stop your talking." (She barely speaks English at all, so that's a paraphrase.) All this when she is the one I'm relying on help me get on with the basic details of living. Frankly, I'm in tears every time she leaves.

So I think I'll share more Christmas card poems from the 1990's, 'cause I aint feeling real amusing right now.

The Dulin choir was David's church choir. I sang in it. I wrote this to reflect his constant lamentations. Names have been changed to protect my innocence!



TO: Hark the Herald Angels Sing

"Hark," the Dulin choir sings,
"We think we know everything.
If you cross us, we'll go wild.
You won't like us when we're riled.
Don't tell us where to keep our eyes!
On the hymns we'll harmonize!
If our music's sounding lame,
We will let David tske the blame!
Hark," the Dulin choir sings.
"We think that we know everything."

Jessica, by herself adored,
Always must have the last word.
Judy's late, oh here she comes,
Flying, wild-eyed, in the room.
Dody's the authority
On speaking Latin correctly.
John keeps muttering, "Go to hell!"
I fear that John may not be well!
Hark," the Dulin choir sings.
"We think that we know everything."

Decisively laying their pencils by,
They'll mark music when pigs fly!.
Tom, of talent has a dirth,
But thinks that no one knows his worth,
So he bellows when he sings.
It sure is a nasal thing.
If each singer does their best,
Why, then, is David not imopressed?
Hark," the Dulin choir sings.
"We think that we know everything."