For Dave, The Rave
Dave works with my brother, Steve. They car pool. After working nights, Dave came home one morning, and fell over his cat while going up stairs to bed. This is my short get well message for him. Hope this made you feel better, Dave, though I doubt it did!
For Dave The Rave.
By Amanda Jay Clark.
Coming home off nights
one morning,
Our reckless hero, Dave,
Lost his footing on the stairs,
His balance he failed to save.
Arse over head he tumbled.
To his shock, horror, and surprise,
He came face to face with his attacker,
There was the cat before his eyes.
His injuries were serious,
And would take some time to mend.
Everyone always knew, for Dave,
Pussy would be his downfall in the end!
He screamed out in agony,
As he heard his leg go crack.
Maria came a running,
And she found his on his back.
With his leg all bruised, and battered,
And his ego much the same,
Maria popped him off to bed,
Cos he felt all sorry, and lame.
For three long days he lay there,
All pathetic, and weak.
Peeing in a bottle when,
He needed to take a leak.
Slowly, he felt stronger,
His bruises soothed by ice.
Finally, he forgave the cat,
Cos the bed-baths were so nice.
Now, he’s ready for all the teasing,
That’s bound to come his way.
Let’s hope that he can take it,
Cos folks’ll have plenty to say.
They’ll say that Dave’s an idiot.
A total, utter berk.
I think he did it on purpose,
So he can’t drive Steve to work.
But, when we put all joking aside, Dave,
What most people will have to say,
Is thank God nothing was broken,
And that you’re now feeling A-Okay!
For Dave The Rave, is protected by copyright, and remains the property of the author, Amanda Jay Clark.