I Don'T Want To Hear It!

Lord! Why is it some folks consider it their solemn obligation, To render unto me the details of their every operation? No matter whence I go, I go with the expectation, That about someone's operation I'll suffer an explanation! Ah! To relax at the club for some stimulating conversation. To enjoy an exquisite cigar and imbibe in a little libation! But, invariably some feller launches an interminable dissertation, Giving a blow-by-blow description of his latest operation! I always ask for a window seat when making a plane reservation, For a little solitude, for some musing and quiet meditation. Usually, the little old lady next to me begins a long narration, Describing more than I care to know about her delicate operation! I enjoy walking and marveling at the beauty of God's Creation, And along the way to sit awhile for some quiet contemplation. Univited, some old geezer sits and begins a detailed oration, Babbling on and on about his recent hernia operation! Thought provoking tete-a-tetes fill me with exhilaration, And I gain from such encounters insightful information. But dad-gum it! Consarn it! And holy thunderation! Please spare me the details of your every operation! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)