The Ballad of the Stranger

The shop, it was a happy place,
A place of humor and of light,
‘till a stranger made his entrance,
for two or three long nights.

This fellow was an uncouth rogue,
Often causing quite a din,
And uproars most tumultuous,
From the women and their men.

He lacked gentlemanly qualities,
And often left with bumps,
And bruises caused by comments,
After slaps upon the rump.

Well, he made his fatal folly,
When he came one evening fair…
He made a pass at Tigress,
Fingers toying with her hair.

She let the moment slide for now,
But the look upon her face,
Said, “This man’s a nuisance through and through,
to be dealt with soon. Post haste!

So she met early next morning,
With her team there at first light,
And they planned a plan most devious
And cunning for that night.

When this fellow made his entrance
He did not expect the flow
around his body. Angry Women,
Men and owner close in tow.

Near the tiger's furious figure,
Stood a man with long, brown, hair,
His shadow was imposing,
As he gave a wicked glare.

Tigress spoke,
“You’ve been a pain to us,
You’re vulgar, rude, and crass.”
He was then promptly ejected,
With a boot wedged in his ass.

The next night he apologized,
And left, bum still quite sore.
And though he doesn’t often visit now,
Rude to femmes he is no more!