Come Heavy

 



All-wet applesauce,
a big-shot bluenose.

There’s a broad
bump-off
packing torch.

The stand-up
cat’s meow
has driven home
the darning dame.

These drugstore cowboys
are a buncha
Dumb Dora
fall guys
with flat tire
frame gams
in their giggle water
gin shorts.

Buncha hard-boiled
heebie-jeebies
wishin' for
some high-hat's
hoochie-koo.

Buncha horsefeather
hotsy-totsy
jalopy-jackin’
tear-jerkers,
linin' up for
lounge lizard molly
with an ossified pinch
on a pushover tizzy.

So, you better scram!,
Sheba sheik…
before yer all
speakeasy spiffy,

or ya might
get taken for a ride
by an upchucked wise-guy.