Old Bob’s Drought : 15 stanzas each of 4 lines. Another of old Bob’s tall tales about the worst drought he’s ever seen.
He steps in from the sunlight
Throws his hat down on the bar
Wipes the grimy sweat out of his eyes
And then orders up a jar.
With his armpits ringed with moisture
He presents a sorry sight
But all other drinkers standing round
Are in the self-same plight.
The beer has cleared his dusty throat
So he buys into the shout
And proceeds to give his listeners
His opinion on the drought.
“You call this bit of dry, a drought?”
He asks, in mock surprise.
The younger men resign themselves
To one more of old Bob’s lies.