There was a man who went to town
Got drunk at bar and raised a bit-o-hell.
To everyone he would knock down,
He dared them all to never tell
Or breathe a word or make a sound
Lest he would come and toll their bell
Then bury them like up-side-down
To even score of their go tell.
One little squirt misunderstood
And took his dare as drunkard's word
Then jumped on bar and thundered good,
"This guy don't mean what you have heard."
The drunkard took his cane of wood
Then spun it like a wing of bird ;
It caught the leg of squirt that stood
Upon the bar and said, "You little terd!"
The little squirt took hold of cane
Then wrest it from the drunkard's hand
And charged at drunkard as insane.
His eyes were fired like glassy sand ;
He stood up tall, "Look here you Dane,
No one shall play to me his band,
I haven't stuttered nor have I feigned,
Bow you down before me. Don't stand !"
Everyone's eyes were full of fear,
They were glued on the drunk and squirt;
All beat on bar for another glass of cheer
Then shouted words full of dirt,
"Ain't no so and so gonnah chase us out of here,
So get you down, you little squirt,
He's just a drunk loving his beer
With sad little problems that make him hurt."
The little squirt raged all the more,
"I came in here for peace and quiet
And all you do is add to a drunkard's roar
Who wants this place to have a riot.
None of you know what's in store,
We all have problems , so let's have some quiet."
The drunkard knocked the little squirt to the floor,
Then a brawl became quite a riot.
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Submission Name: A Brawl At The Bar
