There is the steady rapping of Judge patrick’s boot.
“Explain thyself,’ the piano player cries out, then seeing everybody looking at her, explains, “Well it sounded dramatic.”
“That it was,” all agree.
Still Judge patrick taps his foot.
” Well gee,” I start, “Things aren’t going exactly like I planned.”
“Planned?” people are asking each other.
Judge patrick raises a hand to reassure the crowd, “I can assure you that this one doesn’t have a plan, or much of a clue for that matter.”