A week of rain - two days now... water steadily approaching our front door. Dish is out, which means no TV, so I'm reading off and on and spending my time on the computer - and loving it...

Ya'll don't mind me taking a crack at chick's words?... seems I butt in too much, hog the words, so to speak...

doctor Paris chair wanted

My doctor's name is Harris
He came to me from Paris
I wanted him to pluck some hair
He told me, "sit down in this chair"

I did just that, no hesitating
He knew right then I wasn't waiting
To have the hair pulled from my ear
There was so much I could not hear

His first try was kind of weird
He tried to trim it like a beard
It didn't work, he made that clear
So he got a volunteer

Nurse Patool came to the room
To sit quietly by a boom
On the boom there was a chain
And a claw hooked to a crane

With a flinch, I was to see
Ol' Doc Harris on one knee
He ducked the boom as it swung near
Taking with it my whole dang ear

I've not seen Doc in many years
I do not trust him with my ears
The one I lost that dreadful day
Is in my purse for sure to stay