Stages of the Same Bob

When he was Infant Bob Often had had to sob For a freely shared cob… As Grown-Up Wrangling Bob Angrily yanked off knob After a half paid job… Now Climaxed Adult Bob Would at friends spit a gob, Each time he missed a mob That folks attacked to rob, The lot shutting their gob, Since they’d dared forget Bob… Same Bob at each level His one guide: The Devil.