T'was the Night Before Auction

December 23, 2020 — Harry Snelson

T'was the night before auction, when over the net
All the members were bidding, even the vet;
Two shotguns were propped by the chimney with care,
In hopes that a pheasant hunt soon would be there.

The children were nestled snug under their quilt;
Beneath a print of Steel Cow's latest gilt.
With ma cooking bacon and Harker fruits about,
We'd just started grilling Euro Nymphing-caught trout.

When out of the Bose there arose such a clatter,
Talladega wreck, all the cars had to scatter.
Away to the cupboard I flew like a flash,
To pour a drink from my Irish whiskey stash.

I tripped over the pig sculptures standing so near
Knocking both of the Sport Buds out of my ear.
Reaching out for the Christmas tree to break my fall,
I caused 2 pig ornaments to bounce off the wall.

Watching the Packers causes oh so much tension
Some folks insist I may need an Intervention.
So, I climbed on the Peloton later that night
Passing the time studying courses from FrontSight.

I think to myself, as I down toffee by Nolan,
"It's important to bid so the Foundation keeps rollin'."

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Harry Snelson is the Executive Director of AASV