Mr. Hardy and the Gas Balloon!
On his way back from saloon,
Mr. Hardy bought a gas balloon
for his little boy Jim .
He held it high with a string
and started to sing
People wondered if that was for him!
The gentleman ,short and fat ,
Wearing a big hat,
Kept his eyes on the balloon all the way.
From pavement on to the street,
everywhere he moved his feet,
People all had a tough day!
Traffic came to a halt,
he was unaware of his fault,
kept moving everywhere in fun.
Some people laughed,
Some thought he should be handcuffed,
Police Officer’s whistle made him run !
While doing so,
he let the string go,
The balloon kept going high and high,
He was questioned and fined,
he paid it, didn’t mind,
‘Oh my balloon!’ he heaved a sigh!
‘Twice you should think
before you go for a drink,
never ever drink and run,
Now get inside our van,
we will see if we can
get some gas balloons for your son.’
With a few gas balloons in his hand
Mr. Hardy got out of the van,
he thanked the Police who were so fine!
They shook hands, the van left fast,
Mr. Hardy thought he must
invite them home one day to dine.
He told the story to his wife,
She said 'The Police has saved your life,
Why not call them at Jim’s birthday party?'
He felt wife’s idea really good,
' Yes exactly that what I should' ,
with a smile on his face agreed Mr. Hardy !