It must have been the bacon
This morning I had bacon for breakfast
And I never have bacon
When I came out from the dusty diner
Some cretin left a key mark on my car
No one had ever maligned my vehicle
In such a fashion before
When I returned home I found tire marks on my lawn
Doubtless left by some bored teenager
Up to adolescent shenanigans with which
I am well familiar from my youth
Until now Providence had never returned the favor
On my answering machine
A message spoke of a
Tawdry drunken evening long past
And for which I have no memory
It was a sincere attempt to make amends
From a woman I don’t know or remember
Her vibratto voice was smokey tenor
I could feel her trembling determined
Her soul seeking absolution
And her body reprieve
From it’s long alcoholic soaking
I wondered what crime I might have
Committed and forgotten and why
This morning was conspiring against me
It must have been the bacon
AHHHH…I love this one!!