#96 Trips Over Some Plums

I plum don’t have any ideas

Of what to do with all this glue

But I’ll stick to my guns

And try to see it through

I won’t be made a fool

By this can of Elmer’s Glue

I’m plum tuckered out

I’ve been bopping all about

In the cold, so I’m sold

On the idea of moving South

But I’ve picked a plum job

It’s got me on cloud nine

I’m working short hours

And coming in late

Boy am I glad that it’s mine

I’m dropping a plumb line

It’s gotta be straight

Or this house will be crooked

And I’ll have to pay all the freight

I’m plumbing the pipe’s depths

With a weighted hook on a string

I don’t know what else to do

I’ve dropped my wife’s new ring

She’s going to kick my ass

If it, to her, I do not bring

And that, as they say

Is the 96^th thing!