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.
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