Once upon a midday dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious Backblast of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“There’s a white animal”, I muttered “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was 2 months past December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From backblasts surcease of sorrow, my Backblast, the task before
For the rare and radiant Backblast which one would say was not a bore
And so, we’ll do 5 Burpees at each schoolhouse door!
We did SSHs, Imperial Walkers, Don Quixotes and stretched a little more
The lights were still off, before we approached the first schoolhouse door.
Where’s Lighthouse and Offshore? No Fudd or ByProduct! We did 20 KB exercises but before
We traveled to the next schoolhouse door, we did 5 Burpees more
Atilla said, “5 Burpees more”
And so it went. We circumnavigated the school stopping at each schoolhouse door to do the following:
20 Upright rows,
15 Sit and Press
20 Overhead press
20 Goblet Squats
20 Renegade Rows
20 Situps with feet anchored by bells
20 Lawnmower pulls
20 Overhead pulls
20 Step ups (10 each leg)
15 Upright rows,
Each time Followed by 5 Burpees
Between the doors, Rifle carry, waiter carry, around the world and Lunge walk.
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Whitesnake” said I, “or White Deer”, truly your forgiveness I implore;
If I had Fart-sacked I’d still be napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door
That I scarce was sure I heard you, here I opened wide the door
Darkness there and nothing more
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there slid a stately Whitesnake of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
And the Whitesnake, tongue is splitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my body from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Quoth the Whitesnake “5 Burpees More”!
This Saturday: Virginia Boys and Girls Club at 11:00 AM. Mr. Rogers is helping with unloading an Amazon Truck. See Slack 3rd-f-faith for more information. You can bring your 2.0s.
Sunday, Feb 26: Red Cross Blood Drive at Epiphany Lutheran from 8:00 AM to noon.
Near Future: Little League Fantasy Baseball: See Atilla for information on the draft process.