OL’ DUFFY

by Baxter Black

Ol’ Duff slept in the bunkhouse in the corner by the wall

Nobody slept beside him. It was self-defense, that’s all

‘Cause Ol’ Duff was a chorus of expulsions in his sleep

That sounded like a freight train goin’ through a band of sheep!

His sinuses would vibrate ‘til the quilt slid off his bed.

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