Sam’s Club

Sam is like an old dog.
He comes into the cafe moaning and groaning,
And feeling quite stiff.
He makes good noises.
Eye for the ladies, for sure.
His delight was unmasked
While the cheerleaders tried out,
On the large tv screens.
He used to work in a laboratory of some kind.
He talks passionately of the tapeworm.
He told me, beware the tapeworm.
Newspapers are a good time for Sam.
He speaks highly of a police officer
Who was very good at resolving problems peacefully
It’s rough out there, he says.
He makes it good in here,
In the cafe, everyday;
Sam’s club.

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