Day Eighty-nine

Today's words:

Jug

Vice

Bomb

Scallop

Fare

Wave

I grabbed a jug

Of ale. If drink is a vice

Then I am guilty. I'm sure that's no bomb-

Shell. Are you having the scallop

Chowder or some other fare?

I'm leaving - wave

Goodbye. Or wave

Down the bartender and get another jug

Of ale. The fare

Tonight is pretty good, even if gluttony is a vice.

However, that scallop

Pie is now a bomb

In my stomach. When the bomb

Went off, the shock wave

From the blast blew the scallop

Tank into the next room. And the jug

Of ale shattered.  The vice

Squad was late. Perhaps they hadn't paid their fare.

How dd you fare

After the bomb

Blast? Did the vice

Squad wave

You down? Did you take the jug

With you? And what about the scallop

Pie? Scallop

Gratin is on today's bill of fare.

That and a jug

Of ale will do nicely. Just call in a bomb

Threat if you don't want to go. I'll wave

A white flag. Cowardice may be a vice

But it's my vice.

I found a scallop

Shell washed up by a wave

And tried to use it to pay my fare.

I might as well have planted a bomb.

They acted like I'd stolen a jug

Of their finest liquor, or accused them of another vice. It's only a fare.

And it was a scallop shell, not a bomb.

I'll wave goodbye as I walk off with the jug.