‘Tis the tale of Carry-Me Keri,
And how she got the name
On vacation off to Boston
(Of Tea Party Fame)
There’s a trail marked in yellow
Along those famous streets
Her father, saving money
Thought they should walk somewhere to eat.
So they walked the famous trail
Keri and her Mom and Dad
And they saw all kinds of history
And that part wasn’t bad.
But then they set off walking
To a restaurant on the pier
They were hungry, thirsty, tired
In need of soda pop and beer.
It was very hot and sweaty
In Boston in July
So they promised her spaghetti
So she wouldn’t start to cry.
And they continued walking
At least a couple miles
Tears and angry talking
Had replaced the once bright smiles.
Keri sometimes fell behind
When her parents turned around
They saw their daughter on the sidewalk
Sitting on the ground.
“Carry-Me” their Keri pled,
"I’m tired of all this walkin'"
“Pick her up”, her Mother said,
And she continued talkin'.
“You’ve taken us on this long walk.
Now we’re tired, hot and mad.
You’ve got to Carry Keri
Cuz’ you’re the big, strong Dad."
So I picked her up, and I suppose
I thought the restaurant was near
The two girls could get some water
And I could have a beer.
FINALLY! We made it!
(Although I now forget its name)
It was a ‘recommended’ restaurant,
One of quite a bit of fame.
“Do you have reservations?,” asked the haughty mai·tre d',
Well...... We had none, of course.
“No matter, you can’t eat here anyway;
“Your daughter’s wearing shorts.”
We turned around, defeated
But what to my surprise
A cab just sitting in the lot
I caught the driver’s eyes.
“How much is it to get downtown?”
(Though I really didn’t care)
I was gonna pay most anything
To get us out of there.
The driver’s surly answer,
I remember to this day,
“If you have to ask, you can’t afford,”
Then the ******* drove away.
I carried her back into town
And we found a place to eat
But before we even ordered
Keri was asleep.
So I carried her to our hotel
She slept until the morn
That’s the story of Carry-Me Keri
And how the name was born!
PwL 4-14-15
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
‘Tis the tale of Carry-Me Keri,
And how she got the name
On vacation off to Boston
(Of Tea Party Fame)
There’s a trail marked in yellow
Along those famous streets
Her father, saving money
Thought they should walk somewhere to eat.
So they walked the famous trail
Keri and her Mom and Dad
And they saw all kinds of history
And that part wasn’t bad.
But then they set off walking
To a restaurant on the pier
They were hungry, thirsty, tired
In need of soda pop and beer.
It was very hot and sweaty
In Boston in July
So they promised her spaghetti
So she wouldn’t start to cry.
And they continued walking
At least a couple miles
Tears and angry talking
Had replaced the once bright smiles.
Keri sometimes fell behind
When her parents turned around
They saw their daughter on the sidewalk
Sitting on the ground.
“Carry-Me” their Keri pled,
"I’m tired of all this walkin'"
“Pick her up”, her Mother said,
And she continued talkin'.
“You’ve taken us on this long walk.
Now we’re tired, hot and mad.
You’ve got to Carry Keri
Cuz’ you’re the big, strong Dad."
So I picked her up, and I suppose
I thought the restaurant was near
The two girls could get some water
And I could have a beer.
FINALLY! We made it!
(Although I now forget its name)
It was a ‘recommended’ restaurant,
One of quite a bit of fame.
“Do you have reservations?,” asked the haughty mai·tre d',
Well...... We had none, of course.
“No matter, you can’t eat here anyway;
“Your daughter’s wearing shorts.”
We turned around, defeated
But what to my surprise
A cab just sitting in the lot
I caught the driver’s eyes.
“How much is it to get downtown?”
(Though I really didn’t care)
I was gonna pay most anything
To get us out of there.
The driver’s surly answer,
I remember to this day,
“If you have to ask, you can’t afford,”
Then the ******* drove away.
I carried her back into town
And we found a place to eat
But before we even ordered
Keri was asleep.
So I carried her to our hotel
She slept until the morn
That’s the story of Carry-Me Keri
And how the name was born!
PwL 4-14-15
Absolutely a true story, Keri was probably only 3 or 4 years old. She'll be 33 next week!
