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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was rowdier than usual, At the hoedown last night There was a crowd of folk, And the atmosphere was just right. The musicians played loud, And the gee-tars were a strummin' The whole darn place A buzzing and a humming. Solomon, the town's undertaker And his glamorous wife, Came into the hall And that caused the strife. Chip, the carpenter, Was well known in town He was the type of fella, That the girls hung around. Chip asked Solomon's wife to dance, The other girls realised they didn't Stand a chance To dance with Chip that night. And then it happened in a flash, Furious Solomon made a dash For Chip and grabbed him around the neck What the flaming' heck Is going on, said Chip, Who was now sporting a bloody lip Goin' on, the undertaker said Whose face was now a brilliant red Yeah, holding ma gal too tight She can only dance with me tonight. All the Yeehaw and raunchy fun Ceased as everyone stopped to stare At the undertaker and the carpenter Fighting there. They were matching each other blow for blow. Until the dancers screamed, "Oh No." The undertaker was lying on the floor, His feet were halfway out of the door. He was dead. It all turned out well for Chip, His only pain was his split lip He made the undertaker casket And a petite gal scattered rose petals from a basket When Chip and the glamour gal wed In the church where Solomon lay dead.
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