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The Shaming of Slobber Bob
His teeth were crooked, broken, mostly missing
When he spoke he slobbered while he was lisping
So the town gave him this nickname
Sad epitaph to his fateful fame
They say shame is our deepest sorrow
Those who have it, dread every tomorrow
He was homeless yet some let him in
A lonely, troubled fella with no known kin
Nothing ever worked as hard as he'd try
His head always down as he'd pass you by
Although he'd found Chrissy's lost kitten
Some in our town became quite smitten
He rushed in on the hardware store fire
In reward, he became the unofficial town crier
They found him one cold morning, so sad a farewell
All curled up in his street side stairwell
They said there was nothing anyone could do
Tragically, Bob's real story, nobody knew
This happens sometimes with people we see
But that doesn't mean it's the way it must be
Copyright ©
Greg Gaul
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