Episode 52

T’was the night of the podcast…

Terrance’s lawyer called to let us know
we have paid our dues, we’ve been let go
It is a day of celebration
We shall indulge in some libation
This has been a major breakthrough
And just before Christmas too

We thought what a nice gesture it would be,
to invite them over for nice cup of tea
They accepted, Hooray! all shall be well,
our hearts went a flutter and began to swell
But then it began to rain ice from the sky,
“Oh dear,” said Pete, “won’t they all die?”
We held out hope and shoveled like mad,
But alas we saw no one and then became sad

“Wait,” shouted Aaron, “what’s that over there?”
As a cloud of black floated through the air
We were all so scared we thought we’d be beaten
Chewed up and mashed and then excreted
But what was this, it was a voice that we know
It was the angelic ring of Terrance’s widow

“Hark,” said she, “Don’t shoot, we come bearing a gift.”
We thought, how sweet, and that was the end of the rift
With smiles we put on the kettle and sat by the fire
While his relatives were all sitting on wire
As Tim told stories they all listened
Aaron stared out the window as the snow glistened
Aaron thought of the podcast and decided,
no way not tonight that would be misguided.