Bob and Job’s Job (and the Call from the Mob)

Job’s job in the Navy was to work with Bob

Who bobbed up and down in some pools.

At the same time, at Times Square there gathered a mob

Who were angry about layoffs and rules.

 

It just so happened that Bob and Job’s mothers

Were mobsters of sorts in New York.

They bobbed in and out among mobsters and others

And compared cops to bacon and pork.

 

Well Job’s mother’s job was a hazardous one,

And somewhere amidst all the chaos,

Fortune would have it she butt-dialed her son

As the sun shone, and the mob talked of layoffs.

 

Far, far away, Job’s job was disturbed

By the sound of a hip-hop ringtone.

So he shouted “aye aye,” looking somewhat perturbed

And his commander’s eyes eyed his phone.

 

Job said “It’s my mother,” and Bob backed him up.

“I’ve got a call from mine too!”

They answered their phones, and Job answered “Sup?”

He only heard static and knew.

 

Yes he knew, then and there, where his mother’s long hair

Did wave in the air in New York.

He hung up his phone, saluted then and there,

And with a wrench, to a pool, applied torque.

 

I’m not sure why this tale is relevant,

But the tale of a tail that’s hairy

Does not normally involve an elephant,

So of butt-dials, friend, do be wary.