|This is a repost...and is absolutely a true story! It has been incorporated into a lecture given by Anthony Marshall, writer for the "Hotel/Motel Magazine". The name of the perpetrator has not been changed! If anyone finds it offensive, please let me or another moderator know and someone will whisk it off to another forum! I hope you see the humor in it! (note: there was a burger chain called Bob's Big Boy - don't get confused, I'm not slamming them! )
Bob's Big Boy
Early one morn in a hotel pool,
came a cry in the dark, "my tool....my tool!"
So the clerk used his head, and called 911
explaining, he said, "this job won't be fun!
But please come quick and bring some gel,
this guy is stuck and he's beginning to swell."
So the medics were sent as to a battle front,
but came face to face with Mister Chevront.
That's right, poor Bob, (no pun intended),
stood near the pipe - his winkie extended.
And hoping to get, for free don't you know,
that special feeling, that special glow.
And the pipe that sucked the scum and goo
fell in love with Bob and his winkie, too.
Then soon, when Bob was ready to leave,
he tugged his winkie from the sucking sleeve.
But lo and behold, the tube held tight
and wouldn't give up without a fight.
This is the sight the medics found,
poor Bob and his winkie (beginning to drown).
So the captain of the medic crew
stepped up and said " I know what to do!"
He turned off the pipe and grabbed onto Bob
and pulled as though he liked this job.
But Bob was stuck and swelling too,
his winkie now was turning blue.
They tried the gel, but it didn't work!
After an hour, it come out with a jerk.
They threw Bob and his winkie onto a gurney
and drove off upon an emergency journey.
So ends the saga of the pipe, so cruel!
Which can be called - The Fool and His tool!