Living on the ragged edge with maybe a snap shot to the head.

A Snap Shot

I cain’t help getting in trouble, it’s the nature of my affliction
If I don’t properly hit on you, then I’m placed on self restriction,

Wife says this time I went too far with the subject of my wit,
With a woman’s weight and age , you better slow down a bit,

For years I worked the Tourist, teaching folks to pan for gold,
There never is a bigger thrill than finding treasure you can hold,

But you know sometimes a feller can’t get all that he can see,
A much larger than average lady had been handed over to me,

Said , Please get a close up picture of me panning, I’ve never looked for gold before,
I said, yeah but, I can see you weren’t cut out for gold to explore,

Some folks are great gold panners , others are better writing a book,
But In your case I’m not suggesting that you shouldn’t take a look,

But understand my dilemma, I wouldn’t want to make you mad,
You see there are occasions when there’s no solution to be had,

It’s true you must bend over and swirl the old gold pan,
Then shake and wash away the gravel and the sand,

You could just get lucky and discover a pile of gold,
Imagine maybe a nugget, what a story to be told,

For my sake, I hope you do, then maybe we can still be friends,
But Margie to get your picture, I need a new wide angle lens,