Don’t roll the dice and keep yourself safe. It’s all about Protection! This is what I was trying to emphasize in yesterday’s post about “Grampons” (See Post #852). My thoughts inspired yet another silly poem:

Defend, Secure, Protect

Cameras and Lights,
Then set the alarm.
Protect your family,
From any harm.

Fasten your Seat Belt,
Air bags a must.
And always ride,
With someone you trust.

Bumpers on cars,
For passenger protection.
And car seats for kids,
Need regular inspection.

Latch your windows,
And close your drapes.
Take no prisoners,
No one escapes.

Locks and deadbolts,
Keep your doors Secure.
Hire a Body Guard,
If you’re not sure.

Or you might invest,
In a bulletproof vest,
If you’re worried about,
A bullet in the chest.

Elbow and knee pads,
Prevent burns and scrapes.
Defend the Castle,
Put on those Capes.

Wear a cup,
If baseball’s your sport.
Or a “jock strap,”
If the game’s on the court.

And always be sure,
To give it support.
Regardless of whether,
It’s long or short.

Keep it from getting,
A girl in trouble.
Wrap it in,
A plastic bubble.

Safety is about,
Maintaining protection.
It can also keep you,
From spreading infection.

And if you decide to wear,
A kilt and be a Kelt.
Don’t forget to put on,
Your Chastity Belt.

Umps wear a chest protector,
The same should go for HER.
When bumps in the road,
Cause them to stir.

Goal keepers don masks,
But if one’s at your door.
Unless it’s Halloween,
Their knock please ignore.

Mouth and shin-guards,
Cover those assets.
Get a Junk Yard dog.
And keep snakes as pets.

Don’t Roll the dice,
Or make foolish bets.
You can always dig a moat,
To discourage any threats.

Life Guards at the beach,
Police proud to serve.
For gaining Peace of Mind,
That we all so deserve.

Rubber Gloves,
Steel Toe Shoes.
Just hope you don’t,
Blow a safety fuse.

Baton down the hatches
Wear protective glasses.
There’s always new things,
To cover our asses.

These are some of the ways,
To keep us safe and sound.
And shields and cushions,
Yet to be found.

Knight’s wore armor,
Now there’s Armor-All.
Forget that notion,
Of building The Wall.

My bones are brittle,
And I worry about a fall.
I don’t wear a helmet,
Like they do in football.

So when it’s icy,
I strap on crampons.
But at my old age,
I call them “Grampons.”

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