I began to hang out

I began to hang out

With Jack

When Mac became

An expensive date

Jim was lighter

On the pocket

But is a bit of a sour puss

You know where you are

With Jack

He is kind of predictable

And tends to bring

It home gently

Until the time comes for bed

And then

For the most part

He clears right off

Which is just as well.

He can

And often does

Call back come morning

When we shoot the breeze

Through lunchtime

Into the afternoon

But as a rule,

He stands by

On call in the corner

By the kettle

Until the time comes

For me

To float the boat.