Growl
The year was nineteen forty three
back then crime was more
then a mere slap on the knee
Life in the mines was very good
in fact so good that Bo got a gold tooth
planted in his beautiful mouth
When all the ladies saw him smile,
they lined up single file ! ! !
Then one evening he went out for his cig
and a gangster from the big saloon
stole his tooth and sold it for a crown;
He have it to his mama
who worked at the canteen
Every day she'd pipe to the miners
"ain't I fancy look at me !"
giving it a polished rag shine;
The miners would grrrrr GROWL ...
"that tooth should be mine"
though she laughed and guffawed
they did not applaud,
regardless of that, when Bo came to dine
she flashed him a smile ... every time.
July 17, 2018
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
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