Chucking Out Time Poem by Tom Billsborough
Chucking Out Time
When my wife begins to sing
Usually the Marseillaise
Eyes glaze over,
Beer glasses crash to the ground,
All scream, hearts pound
And there's a frantic stampede
For the door.
Even the local drunk staggers at speed
Or crawls along the floor
To escape her dulcet tones.
"That's enough, " cries the announcer.
"Who needs a bouncer
When we have a weapon like that! "
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