Don’t Cry Over

The waitress spilled a beer last night Right on my husband’s clothes. He was upset, but these things happen, Sometimes, I suppose. He went back to our room to change And rinse his threads of beer, But everything still reeked And thus, so smiles would reappear A laundry bag was filled up with His shirts, his shirt and tee, Which would be cleaned without a fuss And naturally, for free. We left this morning for a tour But after we returned, The clothes were hanging, fresh and clean, The lesson to be learned: It’s better to have something spilled On you, like beer or booze, Not in a restaurant or home, But rather on a cruise.