Nice Guy Mechanic, Paul Cash, Part Two
That little drive ~ filled ~ waiting cars
just others, counting "lucky stars"
Paul did it right, not many marrs!
Paul also was this small town's cop
to just curb violence, drinking's flop
so many years can use you up!
One time Paul came on 911
a possum ventured in our house
the cupboards clutter was its run!
A blanket in his swarthy hands
he grabbed the possum taking heed
down to the River ~ they'd proceed!
One time when I was in a wreck
he came to fill in his report
I'd broke most all, except my neck!
He knew the guy ~ a careless sort
who owned the town, riches resort
a stop sign never quelled his sport!
Paul vowed to catch the guy at bay
and parked nearby this guy's outlay
it just went on ~ til fateful day!
The guy turned over in a ditch
taking the light pole with its wires
the 911 not called, no switch!
Don't tell the town its favorite boy
had met his match
through his own play!
Our town's "nice guy" in every way
Paul made it by his real concern,
not harnessed by the upper class!
Paul gave his best ~ until the last!
Paul Cash expired 4-26-2010 this year. There were so many in
attendance, that the town had rented the High School Gym, cars
overflowing, the town shared its heart that day!
How many nice small town guys do you know! Not trying to be #1 at any Super Sport!
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Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2010
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