A big bully bopped my ballooning belly,
I yelled and smeared his ghoulish goon's
face with sticky gobs of gooseberry jelly.
Things settled down for a bit and after
a quick nap on the city park's thick grass,
we stretch and yap, decide to skip quite
fast down the broad boulevard where
in a couple of blocks we order up a sweet
side of slaw heaped next to tasty pastrami
on rye at the cute little deli with a bright
yellow door where men with cigars and
gold pinky rings wile away their dark
hours with cream sodas and kraut, they
boast and shout like thieves in the night,
while the bully and me now the best of
buddies split a sumptuous slice of creamy
cheesecake and one apple tart, then in
unison belch and with no further ado,
over-tip Flo the short waitress from Queens
so gratefully.
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