[SECC] [Fwd: [MRRC] A little Sweeps funny!]

ku8e at bellsouth.net ku8e at bellsouth.net
Fri Nov 19 13:24:51 EST 2004


Something to get you in the mood for SS.....
> 
> From: n8ie at woh.rr.com
> Date: 2004/11/19 Fri AM 10:15:31 EST
> To: mrrc at contesting.com
> Subject: [MRRC] A little Sweeps funny!
> 
> Twas the night before Sweep Stakes and all through the bands,
> Not a signal was Q'ing, not even VE-land.
> The dipole was hung by the oak trees with care,
> In hopes that all 80 would hear me out there.
> 
> 
> The rigs were all ready their LED's glowed red,
> While visions of plaques and awards ran through my head.
> And my Elmer in the kitchen, and I in my FISTS shirt,
> Had just finished arguing who would come in first.
> 
> 
> When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
> We sprang from the table to see what was the matter.
> Away to the screen door I ran like a flash,
> Caught the stove corner and my leg got a gash.
> 
> 
> The sparks of the power lines and the new fallen dipole,
> Gave the luster of mid-day as we both said "OH NO!".
> When what to our wondering eyes should we see,
> The body of a dead squirrel at the base of the tree.
> 
> 
> With little time left we had to act quick,
> I knew right then we needed our friend Nick.
> More rapid that code we called and he came,
> He brought over his buddies and yelled out there names.
> 
> 
> "Now Bubba! Now Fred! get the rope and start swaying,
> Come on John! stop that Ralph, put down that squirrel and stop  playing!
> To the top of the trees! tie them ropes well,"
> Bubba broke wind, and Fred nearly fell!
> 
> As dry leaves crackle and cold winds fly,
> When they meet with an obstacle, obscenities flew,
> So up to the trees and the roof the cursers ran quick,
> With a hand full of tools, except for Nick.
> 
> 
> And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
> The slipping and scraping of shingles that were loose.
> As I covered my mouth, and was turning around,
> Down the chimney came Nick with a thud to the ground.
> 
> 
> He was covered in leaves from his head to his foot,
> His clothes were all ripped and smeared with soot.
> He landed on his back, just missed the front stoop,
> But he managed to land right in my dogs poop.
> 
> 
> His eyes glassed over, his expression not very merry,
> His cheeks were like roses, in his nose was stuck a black berry!
> His mouth was drawn up as tight as a bow,
> Then he spit out two teeth right into the snow.
> 
> 
> The stump of his cigar he had in his teeth,
> Was now lodged in his hair and smoked like a wreath.
> He brushed it out; ashes fell to his round belly,
> As he cussed it shook like a bowl full of jelly.
> 
> 
> He was a sight like a plump jolly elf,
> And I laughed as I saw him in spite of myself.
> A twitch of his arm and a twist of his head,
> He gave me a look that I knew I would dread.
> 
> He spoke not a word and went back to work,
> He got the dipole up and muttered "there you jerk".
> Laying his fingers aside his sore nose,
> He told me I owed him some new clothse.
> 
> He sprang to his pickup and gave his team a whistle,
> And away they flew down the driveway like the down of a thistle.
> But I heard him exclaim as his tires squealed like a pig,
> "Good luck tomorrow, and I left the squirrel on your rig"!
> 
> 
> 
> 
> Good luck everyone and have fun!
> 
> 73
> Dan, N8IE
> 
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