Touche' Poem by Ima Ryma

Retired President U.S. Grant
Walked into an inn for a beer.
Two lawyers out to galavant,
Were near the fireplace in high cheer.
Not recognizing who Grant was,
But noting his shabby wardrobe,
Assumed he was a vagrant scuz,
And addressed him in mocking probe,
'Stranger, you look like you're from hell.'
'Getting here must have been a hike.'
Said one. The other teased as well,
'Tell me stranger, what's hell like? '

'Just like here, ' Grant said with no ire.
'Lawyers are closest to the fire.'