Christmas Eve and all is quiet.
Pinside folk eating or talking about a diet.
Not a written word
on the Kevin Kulek thread.
Is he still living, or maybe dead?
Visions of a Warrant dance in Kevin's head,
but the ole Kulek thinks he has nothing to dread.
He stirs occasionally looking at papers,
sifting through boxes until he gets the vapors.
"Where are my receipts; why isn't there
anything in my checkbook? The Court said I
had to have them all or I would be found a crook!"
In a panic, he decides he must leave town.
So, out of the house he springs with a single bound.
He jumps on his pinball cart and exclaims;
"On Delay, Dillydally, and Falter", as he
grasps for an imaginary halter.
"Let us flee . . . Straggle, Blunder, and Procrastinate!
We've gotta skip town . . Dawdle, Quaver, and Vacillate!"
Suddenly, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
but a carload of US Marshals quickly rushing his rear.
Kevin shakes and quakes and curses,
while in the rhythm a minister reads Biblical verses,
the Marshals carefully read him his rights,
as he is ‘cuffed on this cold and wintry night.
"I dindo nuffin'!!! Is all he can stammer and stutter.
And they whisked him away without a nary a flutter.
I heard him exclaim as they drove out of sight,
"I'm fuckin' innocent! I won't go down without a fight!"
The judge said, "It's too late!
You didn't participate!
I find you in contempt,
you obtuse little shrimp!
It's off to jail you go, you thief,
for all those you cheated, we hope to bring relief!"
It was cold, dark, and dank in his jail cell.
Some were hoping he would just go straight to Hell!
This was my dream tonight,
thinking of Kevin's plight.
Maybe it will come true and I'm right!
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
Mike in Kentucky