Breakfast Sandwiches

Reflections of Why Friends and Business Don’t Mix!

Breakfast sandwiches made with speed and agility

Buttered toast and hot coffee

We used to sell them well, and then our business went to hell

You gave your girlfriend our money,  to open her new place

And then you

Left town to play some pool

Hey! Dude that wasn’t cool

You

Left me alone to play the fool

Oh how she smiled when you left that day

She knew exactly what she was going to do

Stay out all night drinking

Left me at Our Place thinking

Will she show up this time?

Will she be on time?

Hell no, was Our Place’s fate

There will be no breakfast, lunch, or dinner

On anyone’s plate!

Naturally that was all this old cook could take

Good God man, for Heaven’s sake

The place was just taking off, it could have been great

I went back to doing the same old thing

 I did it with some pain

And then

You came to me singing that old nurse me rhyme

“I can’t take it anymore
I am through this time
Help me out of this mess I am in
I need a place, let me in”

I said: come on in

Sit right down

Your frown it turned upside down

But

You weren’t there even a week 

When my undoing she started to seek

She had a friend of sorts

Who happened to manage my trailer court

There came a knocking at my front door

The trailer court had misgivings

About where you now were living

But

Like the dumb schmuck I am

I stuck up for you

Once again

Then things got so heated

That I did not think, I could beat it

But

You said; I’ll be there for you

Then just like before

Out the door you went!

Now, you act shocked and amazed

When I say

Step back Jack

Get off my porch!

I may have been slow to catch on

But, hey buddy

This time you’re gone!

Go back to your booze guzzling

 “Hound”

And don’t you dare 

Come back around!

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man