THE NIGHT BEFORE Lotawana Day
by Tres Dwyer
'Twas the night before Lotawana Day, when all ‘round the lake
Not a creature was stirring, well maybe a drink;
The coolers were put on the boat dock with care,
In hopes that after skinny dipping they still would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of ski shows dance in their heads;
And mamma in her jammies, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a Lotawana nap,
When out on the water there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Down to the Lake I flew like a flash,
Tore open the boat house and looked by the trash.
The moon on the lake water
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects out there,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Big Giant Rat with eight cases of beer,
With a big old beer belly, so round and so fat,
I knew in a moment it must be the Lake Rat.
More rapid than JetSkis his courses he traveled,
And he whistled, and shouted, then floated and paddled;
"Now, M-block! now, R-block! now, B and C too!
On, X block! on Yblock! on, 2nd tier too!
To the top of Goat Hill! to the top of the dam!
Now drink em up! drink em up! drink em up, all!"
So up to the next boat house-top the coursers they flew,
With the bag O beer, and some munchies too.
& I heard him exclain as he swam out of sight.
"Happy Lotawana DAY to all, and to all a good-night."