On the Chinny Chin Chin
homeward bound three sheets to the wind
floating like a butterfly from a night with some friends
singing hello walls at the top of his lungs
hoping that the gin doesn’t give him the bends
little miss betty with a pan in her hand
waits on the porch for the sight of her man
eight pounds of cast iron should just do the trick
he’ll beg she forgives at the sight of her plan
here comes old bob with a grin on his face
climbing the steps as they creek in the night
as he opens the door with grace and some care
the site of betty’s frying pan brings him sheer fright
without a word spoken she leaps to her feet
frozen with fear now gone is his grin
with a mighty grunt she aims and then swings
bob takes it full force with one on the chin
October 6, 2020
One On The Chin Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
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