The Roof Blew Off and Fell on Rodney*
by Happy Hiram
Quarreling quays of quartz-faced Quislings
standing like chessmen at the waterside
Devilishly delving in dirty dealings
making pacts normal folks despise.
Rodney, a rogue, rued responsibility
for this mottled and furious clique,
but he was the CEO, chief and authority
over them all, and it made him sick.
Nor was he sure before he expired
he would have enough time to remit his sins
palliating a parson for pardon proper
before some strange coincidence did him in.
Rodney saw rigging raised up by rough wind
the roof blew off one and fell on him.
[Dave wants everyone to know that he is not now nor ever was named Rodney.]
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