There was a tee shirt I found a year ago that I should have bought as a reminder of the dangers of polka. It read, "I cannot resist the demon rhythms of the polka." Now it just may be too late.
There should have been constant vigilance on my part to keep the polka
demons at bay. But the overwhelming oomp pah pahs have forced their way
into my family. I should have seen the signs, but being so far away, my
parents slipped right under my radar.
It started out small. You know, easily dismissible signs. The quiet
polka record playing in the background when I call. Dad wearing a loud
shirt in a recent picture. Mom's vehement defense of the pairing of
clarinet and tuba. Oh, I should have seen it sooner.
But now they're watching this tv program every night: WARNING - DO NOT WATCH THE ENTIRE PROGRAM. HIGH RISK OF POLKA INFECTION.
So now I'm going to have to have a polka intervention before something irreversible occurs. Something like this:
And that is just so wrong. I have to protect them from themselves -
before it really gets out of hand. I can see where they're headed. The
ultimate in vile polka.
OHH the inhumanity!!! I need to prepare a detox program stat. I'm
sending liberal doses of easy listening. Gordon Lightfoot, Burt
Bacharach, Lionel Richie. Anything to deaden the polka effect. Hopefully
I'll be able to pull them back from the edge before they start buying
*bone wracking shudder*
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