By nocramps13
(Inspired by the drunken park bench altercation of Joe McD.)
Once upon a spring night sadly, while I brooded, breathing badly,
Over many a strange and spurious posting of a season tore-
While I pointed, predicating, suddenly there came a scraping,
As if something lay in waiting, waiting at my bedroom door.
"Who the heck is that?" I sputtered, "scraping at my bedroom door?"-
And a Jager I did pour.
