Once upon a time (last week)
I went to a parade in a faraway land! (just down the street actually)
There were bands,
And more … And somewhere in there I managed to score.
For a $10 bill, I shot up like a hurdler … I jumped off the sidewalk and …
… Hugged the Hamburglar!
He was squishy and scared. Just look at his face. He started to run … like it was a race.
The parade wound down,
With coppers and crowds,
Next year they’ll be back, but I won’t be allowed.
And they all lived happily ever after.
(Yeah. There’s very little I won’t do for a buck. Actually, there’s very little I won’t do for a ham sandwich.)
Oh … and inferring I almost got arrested may have been a bit of an exaggeration. I embarrassed my mother though. That ought to count for something.