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Odes/Tributes Senior got a call one day,
on his office telephone.
Again it was that Jesse James,
who wouldn't leave him alone!
Jesse rattled on,
about how 'he is the best'.
Egging Senior on
and pushing for a test.
So Senior said to Jesse,
'Fine! You've got your battle!
If for nothing more than to shut you up!
I'm so sick of hearing you rattle!'
And so the date was set,
but only on Senior's terms.
He wasn't gonna give one inch,
to that egotistical worm.
They would meet the following week,
there at OCC,
and the battle would commence-
Jesse against Paulie.
When the day arrived,
all 'the guys' were in the place,
and in the shop walked Jesse James,
that arrogant look upon his face.
Jesse said, 'Lets do this.
I've brought all my own tools'.
Paulie said, 'Bring it on,
you pompous little fool'!
And so they both got started,
sparks and metal flew.
Paulie didn't even break a sweat,
but Jesse was soaked, thru and thru.
Senior stood there watching,
big arms folded in front.
Keeping a watchful eye on Jesse,
who was known to pull a stunt!
Late into the night they worked,
the Tuetuls never tiring.
While all the guys from OCC,
stood around 'the Pauls', in loyal admiring.
Senior didn't have a fear,
for he knew his son was the best.
Junior never stopped at all,
whenever Jesse took a rest.
Into the morning hours,
and till later on the next day,
Paulie worked and fabricated
and whistled the time away.
Then around midnight,
Paulie said, 'I'm done.'
But Jesse didn't even finish,
until next morning's sun.
Jesse looked bedraggled,
just about done in.
But always with that cocky tone,
he said, 'I know I'll win!'
They brought the judges in,
an impartial panel they both chose.
Senior and Junior stood there confidant,
while Jesse crossed his fingers and toes.
Both creations were unveiled
and Senior looked at Jesse's bike.
He burst out in hysterics, yelling,-
'That ain't a chopper!! Its a TRIKE!!!'
The whole place roared in laughter,
even the judges giggled out loud.
But Paulie's bike was a masterpiece
and did the old man proud!
When the judges declared, 'Junior wins!!!'
Jesse had himself a hissy.
Screaming in a tantrum
with attitude rude and pissy!
Senior said, 'Get out of my shop!!!
You're a hasbeen without class!!'
And Jesse left with tail between legs...
and a size twelve up his ass!
