a little tune that came to me in a blinding epiphany of pain, like one of those Irish drinking songs where you keep adding verse upon verse, or Afroman’s “Because I Got High”. and its always fun to use a new stupid word, courtesy of today’s ride with singlespeedsycip.

ahem…

Genevieve and My Yambag – A Sad Song of Many Verses

Genevieve runs over to hug me, and her head smashes my yambag.

Genevieve lays with me on the pool chair, and her knees smash my yambag.

Genevieve sits on my lap, and her sit bones crush my yambag.

Genevieve fights me when i shod her, and her feet kick my yambag.

Genevieve thrashes in bed, and her legs smack my yambag.

Genevieve stuggles out of the carseat, and her heels nail my yambag.

Genevieve climbs on the monkey bars, and her toes pound my yambag.

Genevieve lolls on the couch, and her elbow impales my yambag.

Genevieve jumps on the couch, and her giant sloshy body pulverizes my yambag.

Genevieve climbs up on the bed, and walks firmly across my yambag.