read me that passage once again
the one about the guy
who’s got his finger
stuck where it shouldn’t be?
spinning it all the way to the top
and shocking anyone within his view
sammy was his name
and his friends called him
you would see him often
biting the wing of his chicken
(and shaking his head)
the captain would ask
“you call this a pastime sammy…you call this a pastime?”
sammy would say
“it’s fine…it’s fine…yes…yes…it’s what i do”
and no one seemed to mind
(save for the chicken)
he was a descendant of the eastern block
a shipol they’d say
eyes red (and full of hope)
toss me one of those medicine *****…and let someone else call the show! today’s line up; boulder dash and surfboards of death! (for they always seem to keep the captain amused)
a big belch
from the little man
has sammy grinning
ear to ear
and blackened nails
do not cross his mind
(for he’s all about pulling compliments from the day!)
hey wait, he’s stomping now…and mad!
hey wait…it’s passed (look at that, he’s already moving on!)
catch you on the rebound swami!
catch you there indeed!
— The End —