Aloysius Q. Pott is a neighbor I’ve got
Of whose temper his wife lived in fear;
Of personal injury scared was she not,
For controlled was he, while she was near.
But away from her eye he was some diff’rent guy:
At the office, he’d rage, we are told;
On the street he’d get tough and be uncouth and rough;
He’d flare up, and temper unfold;
Which at last got so bad that the Mrs.’ dad
Suggested a shadow be tried:
The detective she hired was with duty inspired–
And Aloy sius by two multiplied.
The detective, thick-skinned, and so well-disciplined
With Aloysius for some time was teamed;
Then reported to Mrs., “‘Tis all love and kisses”–
The patient was cured, so it seemed.
So happy, so glad, Mrs. Pott, that her dad
The secret and wherefore uncoils:
“I figgered his sizzle, by watching, would fizzle,
For a POTT THAT IS WATCHED NEVER BOILS!”
by Ray Romine Monday, April 19, 1943