Saturday, December 21, 2002
Listen
O, I hate Tchaichovsky's Nutcracker, Nutcracker, Yes I do, It's a piece
I hate
I have been to see it every year, 'cause I have nieces who are in the
ballet
Ev'ry year I sit and suffer through dancing mice, soldiers and Clara
and the tree
At the end I need a drink, but all they have is tea
Here in my seat I the first row I sit and I try to look very deeply amused
Here in my seat in the first row I sit and I suffer through dancing Nutcracker
abuse
They dance, they dance, now on and on, act after act
until Tchaichovsky's nuts are cracked
O, I hate Tchaichovsky's Nutcracker, Nutcracker, It's so sweet that it
makes me sick
Hate the little dancers and their moms, the orchestra
especially the guy who waves the stick
Every year I sit and I surfer through dancing mice, soldiers who march
around
It's the end lets stand up and clap and lets go home and lie down
© Garrison Keillor 2002
