Showing posts with label Autobiographical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Autobiographical. Show all posts

Sunday, 2 August 2015

The Third Plank

I first told this story to some friends I knew for a short period of time many decades ago. I really don't mean to make too light of the subject matter, but they thought it was quite funny. Then again, they were a captive audience.

Since before I could even grow stubble
My drinking has got me in trouble
But the worst that it got
Might be when I was caught
In my car after drinking a double (or six)

First the cops put me under arrest
Then the judge wasn’t very impressed
Though he granted me bail
He said “You’ll go to jail
If you fail to perform on my test”

Then he said “Booze imbibing’s a bane
And I think the whole world should abstain
So return here, young man
In a week with a plan
So you won’t stand before me again”

I said “Thank you your worship, your grace”
Hurried home to consider my case
Then went back in a week
And proceeded to speak
Of the plan that I’d put into place

I said “Judge, I knew just what to do
First, I scissored my licence in two”
But the judge, somewhat gruff
Said “That isn’t enough
And I hope for your sake you’re not through”

“No your honor”, I said with some pluck
“By itself, I agree, that would suck
But my plan is to walk
So I hope you don't balk
When I tell you I peddled my truck”

Then the judge looked at me quite unkind
Like he thought I was out of my mind
He said "Sonny I think
You'll still drive when you drink
So it’s off to the clink and you’re fined"

I begged “Judge, ‘fore I go to the can
I implore you, I’m now a new man
First my license is gone
Then my truck is in pawn
And I've still got a plank in my plan

On those nights when I'm tipping the jar
I no longer will have to go far
I'll just drink where I'm at
‘Cuz I gave up my flat
And I took a room over the bar”

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Obstinate Grit

I was sixteen; I’d dropped out of school
Just an immature know-it-all fool
Still, I showed up each day
Earning minimum pay
To a job where I worked like a mule

The foreman was from the Ukraine
So there’s something I need to explain
The man’s English was broke
So whenever he spoke
He would need to repeat it again

Then, one day I’m unloading a van
And it’s going according to plan
Till I look at the boss
And he seems really cross
He says “Carry as much as you can”

So I set down my load on the floor
Headed back where I picked up some more
But now under the strain
I’m bent over in pain
And the sweat’s really starting to pour

Of the job I’m no longer a fan
But, I want to behave like a man
Then the boss happens by
When he catches my eye
He says “Carry as much as you can”

Now, at this point I have to admit
I was tempted to tell him “I quit!”
But I didn’t explode
I just increased the load
Trudging onward with obstinate grit

When I made my way back to the van
There’s the boss and his lecture began
“For the third time today
You no hear what I say
ONLY carry as much as you can!”

Sunday, 16 November 2014

Paying it Forward

I heard this shaggy dog story a few years ago. At that time, it was attributed to Jimmy Pattison, a notorious Canadian one-percenter. I don't know if that part is true. The rest, of course is.

Years ago I was down on my luck
Out of work, I would sleep in my truck
And I often would curse
“Things can’t get any worse!”
‘Til the sole of my shoe came unstuck

When I walked it went “Flippity-Flop”
So I stopped at the shoe repair shop
But the cobbler was brash
And he said “Without cash
I suggest that you skip and you hop”

It was later that day, I recall
On my way to the hiring hall
My old shoe caught a crack
And I fell on my back
There I sat and I started to bawl

But a limo pulled up in the street
A tycoon helped me get to my feet
Then he pulled out a roll
That could choke any foal
Rubber banded to keep it all neat

He said “Son, I was once just like you,
And this might be the least I can do”
He then peeled off the band
Pressed it into my hand
Saying “This ought to bind up your shoe”

Thursday, 20 June 2013

What Rhymes with Escherichia?

What Rhymes with Escherichia?
by Rick Lime

You may know I was sick for a while
Seems E.coli encumbers your style
But that’s over and done
I’ve already begun
To amuse, entertain, and beguile