(This is a fictional poem)
A man came to my table and took my A1.
He jumped when I shot him with my gun.
That bullet went in the left cheek of his ass.
He dropped the A1 and shattered the glass.
When the bottle broke, the sauce was all over the floor.
That man was rubbing his butt because it was very sore.
He was extremely angry because I shot him in his tush.
I started laughing when I saw that he was George Bush.
I'll shoot anybody who takes my A1 even though it's blunt.
A1 yeah, it's that important.