This is a comedy story, hope you like it.
Sitting at the bar having a drink
Having a solemn time
Needing a think, I think
I should of been at work
But I couldn't give a damn
Some one else;
Can drive my tram
So I was talking to Barry
A happy go soul
Who poured me a beer
And had a spare ear
Barry was great
Full of smiles
Full of laughs
And he livened up my chair
And he put fun in the air.
Then over came Phil
And introduced himself
"Don't I know you?"
"I know the face
I just can't put it;
In a place"
Now I knew Phil
And he was a dill
But I said no,
I can't place your face
But I opened a chair
And offered him a beer
Or was it a whisky or a scotch
So Phil took the invitation
And drank my scotch
Saying, I really was;
A bloke of top notch.
But he scratched his head and shook his finger
"But I know you?"
I know the face
I just can't put it;
In a place"
But it's in my mind,
and it will linger.
So on that night
I bought Phil a few
More than one drink
And I got him happy
As happy as a chappy
Then Phil had to go
But he had no fare
No fare to go, to where to go
To when to go
But as if urgent,
It was time for Phil;
to haste and go
So I gave Phil fifty
To keep the change
And he put his arms around me
Feeling in shame
Shook my hand and finishing his drink
A scotch and coke
"I really was;
A top notch bloke"
"But I know you?"
I know the face
I just can't put it
In a place"
So as Phil turned to the door
I caught his attention
Oh..... "But I do know you!"
You're the trouble,
In my life;
I am the face in the photo
On the bed side table
When you're in bed;
With my wife.
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Poetry by stottjames
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Written on 2006-05-23 at 13:08
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Don't I Know You?
Don't I know you?Sitting at the bar having a drink
Having a solemn time
Needing a think, I think
I should of been at work
But I couldn't give a damn
Some one else;
Can drive my tram
So I was talking to Barry
A happy go soul
Who poured me a beer
And had a spare ear
Barry was great
Full of smiles
Full of laughs
And he livened up my chair
And he put fun in the air.
Then over came Phil
And introduced himself
"Don't I know you?"
"I know the face
I just can't put it;
In a place"
Now I knew Phil
And he was a dill
But I said no,
I can't place your face
But I opened a chair
And offered him a beer
Or was it a whisky or a scotch
So Phil took the invitation
And drank my scotch
Saying, I really was;
A bloke of top notch.
But he scratched his head and shook his finger
"But I know you?"
I know the face
I just can't put it;
In a place"
But it's in my mind,
and it will linger.
So on that night
I bought Phil a few
More than one drink
And I got him happy
As happy as a chappy
Then Phil had to go
But he had no fare
No fare to go, to where to go
To when to go
But as if urgent,
It was time for Phil;
to haste and go
So I gave Phil fifty
To keep the change
And he put his arms around me
Feeling in shame
Shook my hand and finishing his drink
A scotch and coke
"I really was;
A top notch bloke"
"But I know you?"
I know the face
I just can't put it
In a place"
So as Phil turned to the door
I caught his attention
Oh..... "But I do know you!"
You're the trouble,
In my life;
I am the face in the photo
On the bed side table
When you're in bed;
With my wife.
_________________
Poetry by stottjames
Read 495 times
Written on 2006-05-23 at 13:08
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