Ode to the Power Company


Our power went out earlier today for about 90 minutes. 

So Thing 1 and I composed this poem. …


’Tis the Day before Christmas and all through the land

When the supply of power could not meet demand
The children they freaked out, 
“What’s zapped out my gadget?!” 
Their cries and their wails, 
It was all just so tragic. 
I tapped out the number on my mobile device
Summoned Virginia Power, I did not think twice
“We’re all in the dark here! The tree it’s not blinking!” 
I said to the agent, who just wasn’t thinking
“It’s not showing up, your outage, on my system,”
Said she without care, or a slight hint of wisdom
We could not speak crazy, must abide all the laws
For dear, it’s so near Christmas, “What about Santa Claus?!” 
The children, their eyes with tears almost brimming
The visions of toys and of gifts they were swimming
In their heads all so sweet and tender with wishes
Their stuff, had to come, not end up with the fishes!
“Mom’s on the horn with the power corporation,
She’s reading the riot act without limitation!
The agent, she’s whimpering, ‘I’m sorry, I can’t see it…’
But Mom stamps her foot and said, ’tis true! I decree it!
Send your trucks and your crews, and bring the cherry pickers!
To restore our power and alight my kids’ tickers!
“Their Christmas, it hangs in the balance, my dear
Don’t you see, you are the harbinger of our yuletide cheer! 
When you send out your workers, everything will relight, 
Our trees and our ovens and our stuff, but now it’s not right
She hemmed and she hawed, from her desk miles away
She finally conceded, and “Mmmmmmmm OK.” 
She tapped on her keyboard and sang, “I entered your outage,” 
“Thank you,” I replied as I feared for my dotage 
“You know, it’s more than just my house, I hear Walmart’s out too,”
She laughed and then sighed, “There’s no more I can do,” 
So we will sit here and wait, the restoration is not far
While my son plays us ditties on his acoustic guitar. 

Then it came back on. 

Then it went off again for about 15 minutes more. 

Then it came back on. 


About Grass Oil by Molly Field

follow me on twitter @mollyfieldtweet. i'm working on a memoir and i've written two books thus unpublished because i'm a scaredy cat. i hail from a Eugene O'Neill play and an Augusten Burroughs novel but i'm a married, sober straight mom. i write about parenting, mindfulness, irony, personal growth and other mysteries vividly with a bit of humor. "Grass Oil" comes from my son's description of dinner i made one night. the content of the blog is random, simple, funny and clever. stop by, it would be nice to get to know you. :)

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