The Gift of the Dammit Doll

Her name was Ethyl. JP brought her to our world.

She was unique and special and she was poetry.

Ethyl came into our life at a time when we most needed her.
We were lost in a world of mathematics with no way to express our frustration.

If we needed to talk, she was there.
If we needed to yell, she was there.
If we needed to play football, she met us in the hallway.

If we needed to hit a wall, we grabbed her by the legs and slammed her against a desk.

Ethyl was a dammit doll, she came with instructions.

     When you feel like climbing a wall 
               or standing up to shout
     Here is a little dammit doll 
               you can not do without.

     Just grab it firmly by the legs and find a place to slam it
     And as you whack it's stuffing out, yell dammit, dammit, dammit.


Nice job Jennie... oops, i mean JP.