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

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