O Dat Mcgee
It was the end of the day when McGee walked in
to his favorite neighborhood pub
Gave a last puff on a stogie
that he smoked right down to the stub
Then made his way up to the bar
Where he said with a troubling grin
Serve me a beer and put it right here
Before all the trouble begins
After the first, he had another
as his patients appeared to wear thin
And saying He wanted a beer
Before all the trouble begins
So this went on 'til the barman
produced McGee's bill, and that's when
McGee scratched his head, and then calmly said
"Now Here's where the trouble begins"
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2016
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