- 10:46 a.m.
And now… the third installment in what we will look back on as:
The NO SHOES DIARIES.
(sorry for the "again with the no exciting accompanying graphic" I promise they will return)
“BEDRIDDEN ISLE” (sung to the tune of that beloved TV Jingle Favorite "Gilligan’s Island”)
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful TRICK.
That started from this HILLSIDE HOME,
aboard this WACKY CHICK.
HER MATE was a mighty PATIENT GAL,
AWESOME, BRAVE and PURE.
The WACKY CHICK and HER TRAINER set out that day,
for a ONE HOUR TOUR, a ONE HOUR TOUR………
The WORKOUT started getting rough,
the WACKY CHICK was hurt.
If not for the QUICK THINKING of the CHATTY TRAINER,
the WACKY CHICK would be lost; the WACKY CHICK would be lost.
The WACKY CHICK took TO BED on the shore of this WONDERFULLY RESTORED 50’S HOME….
with VICODIN, and MOTRIN too,
the ICE PACKS, and THE REMOTES,
the CORDLESS PHONES, the CHIROPRACTOR and DEFENSELESS PILLOWS…..
Here on BEDRIDDEN ISLE.
More notes from BEDRIDDEN ISLE later today.