The Stinger

You all know the fellow

     Who’s always on deck,

Who’s looking for pleasure

     On your little check.

Who says, “let’s excursion

     Off down to Seaview;

Er – you get the tickets,

     And I will pay you.”

Then comes the theatre,

     Twice every week;

Here’s where you will notice

     Some more of his cheek.

“It’s us for the front row,

     Or second will do;

Yes, you get the tickets

     And I will pay you.”

When I am back-numbered

     And out of the game,

No broadcloth or linen,

     No money or fame,

Will he seek my presence

     And smilingly say:

“Let me buy the tickets

     And take you”? Nay, Nay!

Sept. 20, ‘09