Watch Out

My watch required a battery; My husband took it to A brand-new shoe repair, whose sign Said that’s one thing they do. He called me on the phone, upset, To ask me if I knew That the watch’s crystal had a crack; I said it wasn’t true. It seems the owner, clumsily, Committed this snafu But claimed that’s how he found it And twelve dollars now was due. My husband took the watch and scrammed Before some punches flew. He didn’t pay a cent And left the owner there to stew. The lesson to be learned is this – We never have a clue If we can trust a stranger, Who may sometimes turn the screw.