Sitting at the club tonight,
Barman asks me to say “when.”
You really should stop serving me,
I’m waddling like a pink penguin.
I made the offer from the good of my heart,
Yet her reaction made me feel like a leper.
Although she showed some interest it seems,
Sammy does not like Diet Dr Pepper.
They operated on my foot today,
Removing glass that thought to stay.
Then they say it wasn’t glass,
Which made me think of a winsome lass.
(It was dark and we had been skinny-dipping,
Our young bodies battling the chill with our
As she turned her bike to ride away,
She ran over my foot, breaking a small bone.
I can’t remember why or what we argued about,
But will always remember her. And the diagnosis
As a younger man, I learned one way.
Efficient, simple and that was that.
Although, now I have come to understand,
One can’t fold laundry without a cat.
Stopped for the night at a rundown roadhouse,
Saw the cemetery, but my eyes were getting bleary.
Woke up nude and bloody, chained in a mausoleum,
With the ghost of Patrick Swayze, very eerie!