Hambone Poems - Poems about Hambone

not sure what this means have mixied up hambone with beans add cabbage with greens (may inflate your jeans) (ate much in my teens) (Create many scenes) (living beyond means)...

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She lost her hambone on Monday at nine-fifty-nine. It was in her tomato soup, which was almost sublime. The next time she had him, he was browning up, and pink. With his lecherous eye, he gave her a soft pat, and a wink. The love she felt for hambone was instant, pure and true. She knew she’d better take a...

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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...

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The First National Bank of Hambone, That's me - As for Hambone... He's the park's "Handy-man" You might say, Does odd jobs, Always lookin' for more pay... He averages five knocks on my door, Each and every day and night, Wantin' to "borrow a twenty" And he's quite a sight... Always a bandana on his head, Scruffy stubble on his face, Jeans unwashed since "66, A credit to...

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in my bizarre trailer park, we have a handyman, very strange appearance, to imagine, I doubt you can... his name is hambone, he's a really kind'a nice guy but sometimes he'll seek money, well, at least, he'll give it a try "can you lend me....." "I cut your grass, you owe me....." it's hard to put in words he's irreplaceable in some ways, in others, he's for...

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