Tomcat Louie jumped up on the bar.
He went to doing a little jig.
Boiled eggs and beer nuts
all scattered about,
'long with feet that
once belonged to a pig.
Though I rescued my drink,
my poor steak fared less-well.
It got kicked to the floor
and trod-on.
A perfect imprint of his
boot in my spuds-
When I looked for my peas,
they were gone.
As my stomach was growling,
I cried out to the 'keep,
"Sir..I demand recompence for my meal.
Aye..My cash was laid-out
for the grub and a seat.
Louie's dance wasn't part of the deal."
"That's too bad," said the lout.
"Kitchen's closed for the night"
Then he handed his dustpan to me.
"Help yourself from the floor.
You'll find vittles galore
Just gather all them that you see."
Dim light from the street,
found it's way through the bars
of the lock-up that warm summer night.
Aye..I smiled as I wrote. How he gagged
and he choked, on the pigs-feet
I feed him..Alright! :)
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