Nineteen

Nineteen stiletto armed assassins Lay in wait upon my roof, While nineteen of Santa's reindeer, Prance up there with stomping hoof.... A fearsome racket, Nineteen decibles loud, So busy is it up there, It blew away each cloud How do I get out? I've had my nineteenth beer, Nineteen more, And I'll have no fear... I know, I'll wait till nineteen o'clock... Surely they'll be sleeping then, And I can go out and restock... But, darn, I bought too cheap an alarm clock, This one only goes up to twelve, And makes an annoying tick-tock... Maybe I can on-line order An alarm clock that goes up far enough.... Only problem is, How do I pay for such stuff? Then, that 'ol Bell brain kicked in, And figured out what to do; I took my magic marker, And cardboard and some glue, Remark the numbers the way I want them, That'll work just fine! Well, maybe I had too much wine, And not enough to eat, For nineteen hours I tried, But could not do this feat... I couldn't spell, or remember numbers too well, Oh, I guess I'm stuck here, The curse of dumb Tom Bell.