A bus conductor, based in Texas,

Was sentenced to the electric chair,

For throwing old ladies off the bus.

His aim was notoriety.

His infamy was established, thus.

 

Now, not all states still have the Chair,

But Texas keeps that 'facility' there,

So, Harry was considered unlucky.

But, then again, not nearly as unlucky,

As the poor old ladies, he threw off the bus!

 

He was sentenced to ten thousand volts,

Enough to kill three hundred men!

The judge banged her gavel, firm and strong,

As the court had become an excitable throng.

She calmly asked young Harry then,

“Do you have any final requests?”

Harry paused to think for a second,

“I’ll put your greengrocers to the test.

I require fifty unripe bananas!”

 

Was this Harry’s way of avoiding the Chair?

A subtle attempt at suicide?

Would that dose of potassium finish him off?

Was he taking U.S. Justice for a ride?

Harry sat in a cell, on dismal death row,

Munching his fifty green bananas ,

Waiting for the morrow…

 

Harry survived the electric Chair!

Ten thousand volts had no effect.

Harry had served his sentence!

He walked out free, without a care,

Ready to start a new career,

As a Physical Training Instructor!

“But Harry,” they cried, “how did you survive?

Did those green ‘nanas keep you alive?”

“No,” he replied, “I’m just a very bad conductor!”