Tom Bell Poet Burlesque

Thirty-Three

Thirty-three R.P.M. records,
Fashionable thirty-three years ago,
I had thirty-three crate-fulls,
I was proud to show...

Some are collector's items,
Or so I'd like to think,
But most are merely music,
Most would now say stink

Thirty-three reasons I've kept them,
Thirty-three long old years,
The thought of tossing them out,
Causes me thirty-three shivering fears

When I'm dead and gone,
Thirty-three tons of dirt,
They'll dump on me,
But I'll know no hurt

Maybe thirty-three paupers, 
Will be donated thirty-three
Album each,
And then in thirty-three ways,
From the grave I'll reach.

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