Chucking Out Time
T Tom Billsborough
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When my wife begins to sing
Usually the Marseillaise
Eyes glaze over,
Beer glasses crash to the ground,
All scream, hearts pound
And there's a frantic stampede
For the door.
Even the local drunk staggers at speed
Or crawls along the floor
To escape her dulcet tones.
"That's enough, " cries the announcer.
"Who needs a bouncer
When we have a weapon like that! "
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