The Day I was Laid Low

The Day I was Laid Low

Oh! Remember! Could I forget?

That fateful day of woe.

Yes, I'll recall, as I do yet

That day I was laid low.

The sun broke cold on evenings chill.

The air was dry and cold

Not far behind the first birds trill

I rose quiet bare and bold.

The stove was cold, the fire gone.

I lit the morning fire.

The coffee pot I readied soon

The temperature rose higher.

And proudly then, as I surveyed

My mornings efforts working,

I warmed myself, calm and staid

Not seeing danger lurking.

And soon my bride resolved to rise

And risk the morning breeze.

I never saw the twinkling eye

Of her intent to tease.

And as she raced toward the heat

I stood there unaware

of danger in her pattering feet

Of any need for care.

And then she bent and teeth flashed out

Aimed at my bare behind.

Reacting quick, I gave a shout

And jumped away in time.

Alas! Poor fool!  I'd jumped in haste.

Why couldn't I have turned?

The searing flesh rose from the waste 

of the appendage I had burned.

Oh! Remember!  Could I forget?

That fateful day of woe

Yes!  I recall, as I do yet

That day I was laid low.