The Hambone Mini-Mart
My buddy Hambone,
What a pip,
Sometimes I think,
He had one too many a "trip"
I've spoken of how I am his ATM
But now I've got more
About this custodial "gem"
2:30 A.M. on my door,
a knock,
At this hour?
It was a shock!
What could it be?
Imminent doom?
Fire warning?
Tornado coming?
Get out right now?
Can't wait till morning!!??
Luckily, I'm hard to scare,
But can be quick to anger,
Let me see...
Who is this banger?
Sure enough,
Hambone was there,
On his face,
A vacant stare...
At 2:30 A.M.
Ask, he did dare...
"Hey, Tom,
Can I have a
couple of beers?"
I felt like boxing him
Between the ears...
Now I was,
His Mini-Mart,
And I saw,
That this was
but the start...
I slammed the door,
With a curse,
Saw him move,
In reverse...
Tomorrow
I will post,
A sign that says,
"No Hambones
Do We Serve"
Because that idiot
Has got some nerve.
(A true tom bell tale.)
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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