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The following is for Immature Audiences only..........(Or those of you who don't mind a ridiculous poem now and then........) I wrote this as a way of venting frustration.....at PD and with myself......(you'd think after 6 years of this cr*p, I'd know better....... ) I dedicate this to my Bud..........(What doesn't kill us makes us Stronger.......I hope, I hope.......) It came upon a morning clear... Dare I say the words I fear? Whilst walking on my paper route, My foot did protest (no, not the gout!) An alarm went off within my head..... Counting down to that dance I dread. For those of us in the know, my mind said stop, my foot said go. Determined not to lose the fight, and wished for relief with all my might.... I'll just pop a Sinement I thought... then I'll be fine...Guess what.....NOT!!! Chorus: It's time for the Foot-cramp Fandango...... the Kinesia Tango.......... Oh lordy what a fun time to have PD...... Oh lordy I love being me.............. Ok, I'll just sit here in the car & wait...... surely someone will notice when their paper is late. Tic toc, tic toc........the minutes drag on by.... Toe cramp, foot-lock......I think Im gonna die...... Please oh please, hear my screamin........ Im being tortured by the Overdose Demon! Chorus: It's time for the Foot-cramp Fandango...... the Kinesia Tango.......... Oh lordy, what a fun time to have PD...... Oh lordy, I love being me.............. Well, for those who wish to know the ending of this story I am sending......... I sweated bullets.......Cussed & swore, I pounded on the dashboard, (couldn't kick the door) But after that hour of agony and angst, I made it home.....(No applause necessary, thanks) Better believe Ive learned my lesson, with papers and pills I won't be messin! Chorus: (You know how it goes by now........)