On the Chinny Chin Chin

homeward bound three sheets to the wind floating like a butterfly from a night with some friends singing hello walls at the top of his lungs hoping that the gin doesn’t give him the bends little miss betty with a pan in her hand waits on the porch for the sight of her man eight pounds of cast iron should just do the trick he’ll beg she forgives at the sight of her plan here comes old bob with a grin on his face climbing the steps as they creek in the night as he opens the door with grace and some care the site of betty’s frying pan brings him sheer fright without a word spoken she leaps to her feet frozen with fear now gone is his grin with a mighty grunt she aims and then swings bob takes it full force with one on the chin October 6, 2020 One On The Chin Poetry Contest Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann