Fly In The Ointment
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Many times as we move through our everyday lives,
We find things out of place that causes us much strife,
Sometimes those things messup our routines somewhat,
As we struggle to fix the resulting problems they brought.
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Fly In The Ointment
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When we lived in Houston I went to the kitchen one day,
To get two slices of bread for a sandwich for Billy Ray.
I pulled them out and laid them on the kitchen counter,
And they started moving all by themselves in the center.
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I looked again and a two inch long cockroach ran out,
From between the slices looking fat and so very stout.
I stomped him making a mess as he hit the kitchen floor.
He had eaten a hole the plastic wrapper like a wood bore.
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In 1953 kids put Planters Peanuts in their bottles of Coke,
Causing them to foam as a National fad as hot as smoke.
They would eat them out as they drank the Coke down,
Feeling like cool kids strutting around in their own town.
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I stopped in at a filling station after that fad ran a while,
And got a cold bottle of Coke to drink after walking a mile,
I chugged half of it right down as it was a very hot day,
When I saw rotten peanuts in there and barfed it away.
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When I worked in Houston, I ate at fancy restaurants there.
Since I was on expense account, I ate very good, I swear.
There was a Chinese restaurant in the big Galleria Mall,
Where I occasionally ate the spicy Hunan Beef in the fall.
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I ordered two spring rolls one night to go with my meal,
And bit into one enjoying the taste thinking what a deal,
I looked at the half laying on my plate that was left there,
And saw a big bug with very long legs looking like hair.
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I called the waiter over and he had a big fit yelling loud,
And took those spring rolls away not feeling so proud.
He told me then that my meal was on the house that day,
Even though none of that bug went inside me to stay.
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One year we vacationed in South Fork at my Dads cabin,
We had been there four days and something was rotten.
I sniffed around and it was coming from a rocking chair.
I turned the chair over and dug around inside there.
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I found a mouse’s nest in there with five dead baby mice,
The first person to sit in that chair squashed them up nice.
They had gotten real ripe laying there for four days or so,
Stinking to high heaven before into the fire they did go.
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That same year, my uncle Harold’s cistern water stank too,
When he opened the cistern, a dead chipmunk was stew,
They had been taking baths in that rotten smelling water,
Before cleaning that mess from that chipmunk’s slaughter.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading Fly In The Ointment,
Bill