He used to play maracas
In a Maracaibo Band
Until she quickly closed her legs
And fractured his hand.
Now he stands behind the bar
Selling cocktails with a leer
And, to those clients in the know,
A superior class of gear.
At the bar's other end
Stands his loving wife
Whose fast reflex action
Went and changed his life.
He looks at his damaged hand
Every once in a while
Remembers how it happened
And can't conceal a smile.
