It was a warm and gentle spring day so I went out
I hadn’t gone far when I encountered a lazy lout
I asked, “What is this all about,” as I gave him a clout.
“How dare you flout your indolence, you sprout?
“You better scout the route back and finish my grout!”
He stuck a single finger out and I began to shout
“This means all-out war! Where did I leave my knout?
He dropped to his knees in an effort to appear devout
“Pray about this,” says I, as I punched him in the snout.
He jumped to his feet and began dancing all about
Little did he know he had encountered a redoubt
He had delusions of adequacy this common roustabout
If this had been a ball game it would have been a shutout
Says I, “Come then, show me what you’ve got. I need a workout”
He asked for a timeout and gathered up his surtout
Suddenly he had a turnabout and my virtues he began to tout
“Very well, then,” says I, “Get back to work and lose the pout.”
Tim D. Culey
