The Beefeater

In the Spring of 1963, my Father had an idea, he knew’d go far;
He thought what Dayton had need of, was a very high class little bar!
With a nice stage for entertainment, singers, and music to play;
And the burgers being all prime meat, the best of the best all the way!
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He hired a friend as it’s overseer, whom he thought he ever could trust;
For lots of cash was handled, and your manager’s honesty a must!
In no time at all the news spread, the Beefeater the hip place to go;
More and more new customers kept coming, and the crowds did steadily grow!
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One Saturday, my Mom and Dad stopped, to check out how was the gate;
People were standing outside there, to get in was a bit of a wait!
They liked what they saw with the huge crowd, they left before the bar closed;
The next morning I went with my Father, to see how much they had grossed!
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We knew it was two or three thousand, as we waited for his Manager Al;
A few minutes later, he walked in, smiled, and said, “Hymie my pal”!
“Last night the place was so hopping, we did almost twelve hundred bucks”;
My Father quickly approached him, and said, “You must think I’m some kind of schmuck”!
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Before this bastard could stop him, my Dad had him pinned to the wall;
In a choke hold, he said, “I’m gonna kill you”, as the man started to bawl!
He finally let go and then yelled out, “Leave the money, never dare come near to me again”;
A couple days later Dad sold the business, realizing he never should have trusted this “Friend”!
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                     True friends are real rare
                 Father found out the hard way
                         Trust only yourself