THE BOUNCE, THE BULGE & THE
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!"
Down at the Hangman's Ball...