Hither or dither

Across

One cold night, not long ago

The 406 put on a show.

The cowboy bar fit the bill

I soaked it in, had my fill.

The night was entertaining, to say the least

Two drunks next to me wrestled their beasts.

Where’s our car?” said one to the other.

“We parked right here.  We’ll have another.”

“Where we goin after this drink?

It’s getting harder for me to think.”

Then he hiccupped and grabbed his mug.

(He might have looked a little smug)

The waitress smiled and said with a wink

“The Sawmill’s the other bar you drink

Run over there and play some pool,

Then come back and play it cool.”

“We parked over hither, ‘cause we go dither;

Then stagger back over from dither to hither.

If we parked over dither, instead of hither,

We’d first go hither, then after go dither.

So whether we’re hither or whether we’re dither

The car’s parked hither and that’s no ribber.”

The talk kept going and I left knowing

Only one thing – my goodness it’s snowing

I feared for my neighbors, hither or dither

Neither were good considering the weather.

And as I walked out, I soon found out

It didn’t really matter, hither or dither

The Sawmill Tavern was easy to find

Just across the street, no traffic to mind.