He was an American who came to town on business travel
And he stayed at one of the Whyalla motels going to a local bar to unravel
The music played and he met some locals who at the end wanted to rock on
They took some alcohol to his Motel room and others joined as a party number one
The next day the Motel rung the station to report a break in at the bar
And we followed the trail to the American's room with the door ajar
We found the empty bottles strewn around the motel room floor to continue the story
And in one of his bags all nicely packed away were the Motel's bar accessories
He was charged with stealing the alcohol and other bar paraphernalia
Although he did not break in himself he had been left with this failure
So he went back to home in Wisconsin in the United States
With a dinner party story that he said would be fun to relate.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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