It was her birthday,
She was eighty
So had to have a dinner party.
The hall was hired,
The caterers were hired.
In I walked with some friends
Anne was there to greet us,
She told us where we would sit,
And introduced me.
I knew one couple,
Sue and Graham,
But there were three unknown to me
Two were there
The third was late
But the two there were introduced,
Anne said “This is Sue. And this is Sue.”
So on our table for six
Half were Sues.
We chatted and decided
That nobody could sit on the table
Unless they were called Sue.
Ingrid arrived
And we called her Sue,
And that is why
On this night,
Graham and I became,
The Men named Sue!
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I know it is another Johnny Cash recording but it could be no other song for these words. (If you are wondering why my wife was not there as she is away for a weeks respite care).
- Category: Humor
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Oh lol. good write Gold. A real person named Susan would have set my Fido on them if they had called her Sue!
Thanks Orchi. Fido is very picky!
Any Sues at church? You going today?
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UNCLE ANDY ~ Thanks for sharing JC again ~ The Fulsome Prison Recordings are Special ! KK sang that @ JCs Memorial @ the OPRY in 2003. Loved the POEM we have a plethora of JOHNS in our Church they re all 75+ so we sit them near the JOHN @ the Coffee Morning ~ say no more ! We have SUE friends and extended Family SUES ~ They are all very nice ! Ive been called BRYONY but never SUE !
Blessings & Love to you BOTH
Love ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thanks for your comments A and B, much appreciated.
Blimey sir.. be careful.. you might easily have been sued..... Have a grand Sunday my friend........ Neville
Thank you Neville, it was a fun evening.
I bet it was.....
Hahaha. This was brilliant, thank you so much!
I'm going to post the song on today's poetry you just made me think of... Still chuckling...
See ya Sue!
My pleasure Dan.
Mad. You are delightfully mad! I put it down to the company you keep when out dining.
Begs the question. During the meal could it be true that Sue-et (ate) dumplings. Sue-perannuated but sweet as sue-crose sprinklings.
To say much more would be sue-perfluous.
Hahaha
Of course I am mad, I am an old codger and madness rules in my mind.
No Sue-et but Suebeef with Yorksue Pudding and roast Suespuds.
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