Grahame always carried

A black cloth

In case he spilt his xoffee

He was sitting in a diner

When a group of punks walked in

They spilt his xoffee

Whilst tormenting a waitress

Grahame took a dim view of this

And insisted that they apologise

This did not happen and one drew a knife

He gave his drawing to my hero

Who told one punk that he owned an art gallery



The waitress had the last word

As she shot all three punks

With her daddy’s lost revolver

When I asked her why she noted that xoffee

Was the diners speciality and she was upset

That my xoffee had been violently abused

I gave her my cloth and we cleaned up

The xoffee and splatter

Daisie is now my partner and my wife