Monty by Jim Meddick for January 22, 2012

Transcript:

Oh, Gerald... Poor, poor Gerald... Still unconscious.. But don't worry, dear. I'm sure you can sense my presence. Perhaps you can even hear me. So I brought some of my poetry to comfort you. Amid a Tuscan garden a sparrow alights upon... Oh, um... The doctors said no poetry... They said the best thing is to leave him alone with the television tuned to ESPN.