At the corner of Hollywood and Vine
Is a bank where I stood in a long line.
It seemed it took forever to gwine.
After three hours I was feeling fine,
And began singing "Ald Lang Syne".
I reached the teller about five "O" nine,
When I noticed the "we're closed" sign.
I began to complain, whimper and whine.
They said, "come tomorrow, you swine,"
And are now very close enemies of mine.
*all the fine poetry is attributed to W. Boyd Jensen, but I take the credit for the Titles!!!
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