#6427

There was an old man who atoned for his sins
By selling home theater popcorn machines
And while he thought his penance seemed silly
The grumpy old man could not complain, really

For the crimes he committed, the punishment was light
So off he went to sell his wares, with nary a gripe
Through sleet and snow, high winds and rain
He cooked and he popped without complain

And if you must ask what his evil deed was
What act so detestable had brought upon him such a curse
You would be surprised, you really would be
At the circumstances and facts, and the sweet irony
For the dear old chap had done nothing more, you see
than steal corn from his neighbor and see a pirate movie.