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Welcome to Our Bar

Sister Sue, she knows what to do 

And She Can get the late night crowd of

Slush Puppies out

She is the Commander and Chief

The Captain of this here ship; that you, are sailing on

If she says its time to go; please be on your way

or

She will come after you; with an empty in hand

and

Then you're going to get it man

She is a lovable lady; although, she is a little crazy

So get a grip on it son, make sure you tip or she'll get you drunk as a skunk

You'll end up giving it to her; the hard way

See; not, only does she tend this here bar

She swings the Gavel come Monday

She jokes around a lot and most guys think she is really hot

She is the mother, of this here child, that we all love

So you best behave in here or I'll put you out

Because, I am the big old bouncer man, that you've heard tale about

Yea, you can get loud and a little wild, old time regulars; maybe even get a little

Obscene and crazy

Just try to remember son to keep it clean, it's a family bar after all

What's that you say? Yea, I'm a little plump and Grey

and

I know it has thrown quite a few but,don't let that get you thrown

You see me standing here still, don't you you son?

I've only lost one fight in here and that's only because the fifth one had a gun

So pay attention son; see that old man over thare, in the rocking chair
 
He still wears his gun minus his star,

So please kid don't mess around in this here bar

 

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

— Sinbadthesailorman, Jan 19, 2008

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Region, Country: U.S. A. Indiana, Valparaiso, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Carl Sandburg these I have read some And so Many More. I have no Favorite or any that I dislike. Whom I consider to be poets; of course there are many Dark and hateful souls, who would cry out and to I will lend an ear, but some. They just leave a awful taste in my heart that I can not bear to read twice. Let alone as many times I would do normally; as I must.

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