Subway (A Tavvy Tale)

So here we were at the same place
Drunken fools and all the disgrace
Let"s take a stroll through my memories
Introducing Subway as I please

The little man with the baritone voice
As a bouncer was not my first choice
But he did his job surprisingly well
Although he was slight and hard to sell
five foot six one sixty pounds
had no problem dealing with drunken clowns
one oppressively hot summer night
Two patrons decided to fight
It started at the bar, these men were known
Tough guys reaping violence they’d sown
Gooders was one, lifted dead cows for a job
Brownie was a jail bird and a serial nob
These were dangerous aggressive heavyweight men
the most dangerous, these were in my top ten
Gooders is six foot one, two sixty five
and will fight most things alive
Brownie was on steroids, angry and big
This was a collision I didn’t dig
Brownie hit Gooders hard straight in the face
Gooders took it, laughed in disgrace
“You got two more shots boy, better make ‘em good”
“Coz you hit like a bitch I’m giving more than I should”
Brownie took this as a blow to his reputation
punched hard, fast with jubilation
Gooders ate them like snacking on chips
Then proceeded to tear Brownie to bits

Subway ran in, jumped on Gooders' back
tried to stop the big man’s attack
Being small, he was taken for a ride mouth agape
Gooders surged forward wearing Subway as a cape
flung him around from left to right
No hindrance to the big man’s flight
Jim and I ran into the tumultuous crowd
Screaming direction clear and loud
Back off all of you! Stand clear!
Yelling, to cut through the fear
Jim tripped Gooders and Brownie to the ground
On Brownie’s face, Gooders began to pound
Jim hit Gooders, making a thunking sound
Got his attention, to stop the next pound
Jim and I pryed Gooders hands off Brownies throat
Brownie unconscious, blood ringed like a moat
Once Gooders noticed it was Jim and I
He apologised with a heartfelt cry
Too late for that now, you big dopey lug
Got’ta get out now, Jim led with a tug
I sent Subway off with Jim to get Gooders outside
Picked up Brownie his damaged face and wounded pride
He staggered sideways for a step or two
Then decided to attack you know who

I’m glad that he was still groggy
His aim was off, vision foggy
fired off two very hard swinging blows
missed me with each, but struck a patrons nose
Had to react fast and quick
My moves calculated, slick
I dodged his swinging momentum
cracked his jaw, made him numb
snaked an arm up under his neck
cranked on the pressure to stop the wreck
No thoughts of violence and punching on
pressure‘s applied and oxygen’s gone
My brain stuttering, failing under duress
Went outside, an aggressive mess
Gooders was still amped, ready to fight
Brownie struggling I was holding on tight

Gooders refused to back down or go away
Had to call the police to come down and play
Stuck in the middle couldn’t let Brownie go
He was fired up, wanted to land a blow
Subway and Jim defended Brownie that night
We couldn’t let him continue the fight
choked him unconscious out the front
He wouldn’t stop fighting, that stupid cunt
The police came, Gooders fled
Brownie woke up, his face all red
Neither would make a statement against the other
Two tough, hard and stubborn men, oh brother!
Brownie got a slap on the wrist and a six month barring
Gooders friend was my boss, all he got, knuckle scarring

We kept Subway as a guard for a while more
He had amused us being used as a pettifor’e