"Could Be Worse"
The banker took his ledger out,
the rancher took a seat.
"Let's see, I lent you twenty thou
For cattle, corn and wheat."
"Let's talk about your cattle first."
The rancher's face looked pained.
"You know how bad the market's been,
Lost fifteen," he explained.
"Fifteen what! Fifteen cents a pound?
Fifteen died of thirst?"
"Nope fifteen thousand dollars lost,
But, hey, it could be worse."
The banker swallowed hard then asked,
"Well what about your grain?"
"The hoppers ate up all my wheat;
The sweet corn needed rain.
"The pig got sick. My son got drunk
And joined the Moonies' church!
I figure I'm down forty thou
But, hey, It could be worse."
"Whataya mean, 'It could be worse!"
That ain't even funny."
The rancher shrugged and then replied,
"Could'a been my money."
B.Black
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