Dobson the Nervous

“He is so nervous,” people said,

And each would shake his troubled head.

He should consult a specialist,

Or some fine morn he will be missed,”

And like remarks his friends would say

About poor Dobson ev’ry day.

For Dobson would sit in his chair

And twist and squirm and softly swear;

Would jump and walk about the room

Then settle down in awful gloom.

“Alas!” said they, “He has a bat

Or he would never act like that.”

At last they told the boss that they

With Dobson could no longer stay.

The boss took Dobson to one side

And questioned him. Then Dob’ replied:

“Rough on them, sir? It’s worse on me,

I’m breaking in my flannels, see?”

Nov. 30, ‘09