Here’s a story of misspent youth, courtesy of Charlie.
Physics 101
We saw it all happen, my friend Bud and me
From the booth where we sat at the ol’ Busy Bee
Waiting we were, for the rest of the boys
We heard, of a sudden, this terrible noise
Almost as if we were hearing a fight
This pickup pulled up to our one traffic light
With rock music blarin’, speakers all blown
And some jackass yellin’ he’s “bad to the bone”
Bangin’ the beat on the side of his door
Then hootin’ and hollerin’, yellin’ some more
“Who is this clown?” says Bud with a frown
The notorious Whitey Junior
By that I mean Whitey and June Hebert’s son
Our local town hooligan, second to none
Big, pudgy fella, who, seems to me,
Was never the brightest bulb on the tree
Always in trouble, up to no good
And leavin’ a mess wherever he could
His tailgate was down, bed was stacked high
With boards he was haulin’, nothing was tied
No flag attached to warn any car
Both of us hoped that he weren’t going far
Bud says to me, “I wonder if he
Would be stupid enough to gun it”
Junior’s the one whose snowmobile sank
Out on the lake, pullin’ some prank
“Who could forget?,” says Bud with a grin,
“Everyone knew that the ice was too thin”
Right! Or when he climbed up the smokestack, his big claim to fame
And with spray paint in hand, misspelled his name?
“Who was the one all that fuss was about,
Who started that fire we had to put out,
Lightin’ them fireworks, starting a scare?”
Him in that pick-up, right over there
Imagine the scene: the light it turned green
And Junior, God help him, he gunned it.
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
Hear Ida Tell It: Physics 101
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