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.)