Trouble Times Whiskey
Finn barged on in,
As he ran to the bar
He laid down a fifty
Dropped a tip in the jar
He demanded scotch whiskey
And, ordered six doubles
The Bartender asked
"Finn what is the trouble"
After shooting the whiskey
He calm down to say
"I just learned, My friend
That my oldest Son's gay"
A week went by quickly
He barged in again
Ordered six doubles
Dropped cash in the tin
The barkeep waited
Till He finished, to say
"Now what is the trouble"
"My youngest Son's gay"
"Does any one like women,
Who live in your house"
"Ay, One besides me,
I tink it's me spouse"
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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