The waitress spilled a beer last night
Right on my husband’s clothes.
He was upset, but these things happen,
Sometimes, I suppose.
He went back to our room to change
And rinse his threads of beer,
But everything still reeked
And thus, so smiles would reappear
A laundry bag was filled up with
His shirts, his shirt and tee,
Which would be cleaned without a fuss
And naturally, for free.
We left this morning for a tour
But after we returned,
The clothes were hanging, fresh and clean,
The lesson to be learned:
It’s better to have something spilled
On you, like beer or booze,
Not in a restaurant or home,
But rather on a cruise.
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