I know ... I know!

[alongtimegone]

I Know…I Know.

I was cycling down a country road one Sunday afternoon
when I chanced upon a most amazing sight.
A young man, strong, but struggling, to move a large dead horse
red faced, this fellow pushed with all his might

“Hey! Lend a hand.” He called to me. “I’ll make it worth your while.
Help me get this dead horse to my gate.
You may think it foolish, but I really need your help.
If you’ve a mind, I’d sure appreciate.”

Then, “Up the road, the road,” he cried so up the road we heaved.
“Up the road, we’re almost there. That’s it.
Now through the gate you’re doing fine, keep pushing” he cajoled.
“Now’s not the time to take a break or quit.”

I thought the job complete when we were finally through his gate
But “Up the stairs, the stairs.” I heard him say.
“Up the stairs.” Again he cried. I thought “This man is mad.
So probably it’s best to go his way.”

Then “Through the door and down the hall.” Now shouting his command.
Two men at back, dead horse in front we strove.
‘Till finally he called a halt outside the toilet door
“We’re almost done. We’re looking good by Jove.”

“Now push. Now lift. Now steady on. That’s right. That’s it. That’s great.
“I can’t thank you enough.” He shook my hand.
“It’s time to crack a coldy. Celebrate a job well done.
I’m tickled pink. Today I’ll make my stand.”

I reckoned it was also explanation time as well.
“So what’s this caper all about?” I asked.
“Well see, there’s my wife’s mother and she thinks she knows it all.
I’ll bring her down a peg or two at last.”

I say to her “The forecast is for storms this afternoon.
Looks like we might be in for quite a blow.”
She smiles at me as if to say “Have you just found that out.
And cuttingly remarks, “I know. I know.”

I say “Good morning mother. Have you heard the news?
We’re going to get a country music show.”
She looks up at the ceiling and shakes her blue rinsed head.
Then stares at me and says, “I know. I know.”

I comment on my recent trip. “The road’s in bad repair.
So much rough dirt I had to drive real slow.”
I wait for her to answer and there’s quiet for a time.
Then finally she speaks. “I know. I know.”

Tonight she’s coming over here to join us for a meal
A few drinks later guess where she will go.
She’ll back out pale and screaming “There’s a dead horse here!” she’ll say
I’ll crack a beer and say “I know. I know.”

© W. Cox 2013

[Glenny Palmer]

Twisteddd! Got a good laugh from that Wazza.
Cheeers
Glenny

[warooa]

[alongtimegone]

Glad you got a smile out of it Glenny ... Marty.
Wazza