Sally Grendal knows she chose the RIGHT poetic humor publisher

She did not choose her poetic humor publisher lightly, and Sally wants the world to know that for a fact. When a cousin told her about this website, she checked us out thoroughly. By the time we'd traded emails a few times, she knew: Here was a site that would care about her poetic humor like she cares about her visitors.

That's what she calls the people who come to the Hospital Emergency Room where she works in a major city: Visitors. Not patients. It's a sort of an in-joke among the E.R. staff, though not a particularly funny joke at that.

Fortunately, as her poetic humor publisher of choice, I can state without hesitation that her poetic humor IS funny. Read on...and see for yourself.

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Alfalfa Reindeer
Copyright 2006 by Sally Grendal

'Twas the night before New Year's
And all through E.R.
Our nerves were all jangly
Before the first car
We'd all pull overtime
Before shift was done
It happens that way
When people have fun

The rush did not hit us
Till close to midnight
A few slips and falls
An occasional fight
But nothing noteworthy
To turn a New Year
Till Santa brought in
One of his best reindeer
I do not remember
The name of this beast
But do recall clearly
It's breath would raise yeast

Of course we asked Santa
Why not see a vet?
And oh, by the way
Why aren't you home yet?
He told us pet doctors
Had locked up their doors
And big animal clinics
Were buffing their floors
As to why he'd been held up
On getting back North
He blamed the poor reindeer
Its appetite, of course

They had delivered the presents
And were headed on back
When the deer talked him into
Stopping off for a snack
The rest merely nibbled
But not this one cow
She'd buried her nose
In that green reindeer chow
Now, Santa's no rancher
Or he would have known
Alfalfa is danger
Especially only half grown

Well, that's how it happened
That we helped out a deer
Though we all hunted nose plugs
Before she left here
They say Santa's not real
But if you think that's so
Try explaining that reindeer
With a bad case of bloat

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Note from the writer: Folks, would I lie to you OR to my poetic humor publisher? I'll tell you this: If I were to share with you a tenth of the unusual happenings in the Emergency Room where I work, you wouldn't be just raising an eyebrow.

You'd be shaking your head, admitting that Santa coming in with a bloated reindeer sounds pretty normal, at that.

Thanks for checking out my poem. If you liked it, though, be careful about dropping me a line on the Contact Us page. It'll only encourage me.

Tongue-in-cheekily,

Sally Grendal

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Folks, my wife and I both really like Sally's poem, and as her poetic humor publishers, it gave us an idea for a new feature. What do you think of adding a Can You Top This page? We could list the current leader, and the latest contenders, and let the public vote.... Good idea?

Thanks for reading,

Fred Baker

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