A fellow stepped into a hall
by Rick Lime
A woman stepped into the holl-er
A classic’ly trained square dance call-er
She plays Ludwig Van
And says “Left Allemande”
With the chance that the dancers might Mahl-er
When Ms Clinton stepped into the hall
“You’d be fired by me” said Rand Paul
Hear the Oz lion sing
“If I’d only been king”
Is that pride going before the fall?
A fellow stepped into the hall
First he wept, then he started to bawl
There’s Liz Lemon and Jack
Tracy Morgan and Krak
He had just said good bye to them all
A feller was fixin ta haul
His ramshackle wreck to St. Paul
The dad-burned directions
Shore had imperfections
He purt near drove by Montreal
A fellow stepped into the hall
‘tween the bed and the head on the yawl
And then grinning he swore
“I’ve been blown offshore
And my mast is beginning to fall”
If’n y’all would step into the hall
This here feudin’ we jes might forestall
Ain’t rightly my bidness
But this pro and quid-ness
Is too high-falutin, by gall
A fellow stepped into the hall
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Then from under the gable
His kitchenette table
Unfolded to run wall to wall
To the bathroom each morning he’d haul
Soap and tow’ls, it was shared after all.
The first tenant to rise
Got the hot water prize
To the rest a cold show’r would befall
The landlord had signs in the hall
Cartoon pictures with hand written scrawl
“If the worst comes to worst
Rent’s still due on the first”
And some other tripe I don’t recall
But the thing that would cause me to haul
Out my suitcase and vacate that stall
Was when Mrs Landlord
Whom her husband adored
Came to preach th’ epistles of Paul.