'Hank' at the Bank
By repomen79
A wino got in the tellers line, One fine day at the bank. Wanted to establish a credit line, For the t-bird that he drank. Now Hank was rank, the whole bank stank. That summer afternoon. Hank looked blank, as the teller shrank, Away in a sickened swoon. He wore a sign, of fine design, Around his unwashed head. Said this sign, on the twine is mine, But I'd like some wine instead. So I'll trade my sign and sign on the line, For a dog of thunderbird. Show me the line, where I sign for the wine, And I'll leave, you have my word. This crank was rank, to be frank Hank stank. People were starting to cough. So they yank ole Hank from the bank and Gank, His stupid sign right off. So Hank balked on the walk and talked, And the management conffered. This is truly a dumb rum bum, Let him have his thunderbird. Soon the word, that thunderbird, Could be had if you stank up the bank. Winos said fine, wich line is mine? I'll even accept moonshine. We've dank Hank, who stank to thank, That buisness shrank and the dollar sank. The bank dismayed, paid for a raid, Had Frank shank Hank in the local tank.I love wino humor. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 12:32 AM PST, Patric Patterson 0 • 14
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