The Obnoxious Handshaker
The Obnoxious Handshaker
By Elton Camp
One of the things I don’t ever understand
The man who forces me to shake his hand
What could possibly be filthier than that
I can’t ever know where his hand’s been at
The thought always springs into my mind
Perhaps he has been scratching his behind
Or maybe from the bathroom he came out
Failed to wash his hands, there’s no doubt
Even if I keep hands in pockets with a glare
Then he will still demand, “Put ‘er there.”
I wonder where brains or courtesy went
From a man who can’t take such a hint
And about the worst experience that I get
Is to have to shake and find the hand wet
I wish I could get out of shaking somehow
I think I’ll start to say, “Please, let’s bow.”
Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011
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