THE BOUNCE, THE BULGE & THE BALL
by Sycamore Smith

The engineer and I began to wrestle
He wouldn't let me blow the whistle when I wanted
So I bounced him out the door and off a trestle
Into a river that was loaded with piranha

I'm rocking back & forth beneath the light bulb
My chair will not sit level any more
Something that I buried makes a slight bulge
And my chair goes "thumpa-thumpa" on the floor...

Dancing 'round the gallows in their twosomes
They followed while the caller called the calls
But when he hollered "Swing yer partner!"
It got gruesome
Down at the Hangman's Ball...