We were sitting drinking our coffee,
Three young ladies came in,
Bought their coffee,
And sat at the table,
The one next to ours.
Then it started,
They started talking,
I say they,
I meant one.
And talk she did,
So loud I heard every word.
She went on and on and on,
Her voice so penetrating.
The other two just sat there,
Waiting for an edgeways,
To get a word in.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 11th, 2019 01:45
- Comment from author about the poem: I wonder if she has stopped talking yet?
- Category: Humor
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A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
They say a word in edgeways sounds lie a squeak. Nice one - I can envisage the scene.
Thanks Michael, it was amazing how she kept on talking.
This reminds me of a remarkable photograph of my mother in law which must have been taken with a very very fast shutter speed because its the only time i have seen her with her mouth shut (a Les Dawson joke).
Great funster was Les Dawson. I take it you enjoyed his magnificent piano playing?
Thanks for sharing UNCLE ANDY ~ Your choice of Music is very eclectic. Angela & I love TBIRDS and Theme Tunes for great TV are always Classics. Love the poem very true to life. At a Party once we had a Female Converstaion Monopoliser (FCM) and in the end the Host popped a large Tea Pot Cosy (you dont see them anymore ~ Bag in a Cup syndrome) over her Head ~ She left in a MUFF ! If you know any other *Shut Up* methods please let us know ! Usually FCMs (and MCMs) have very little (of value) to say but insist on saying it at length. There are also many Preachers like that !
Blessings & Peace to You & JOYCE
Love ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thank you A and B. It was quite something to witness, I was sure at one time she was circular breathing.
Haven't we had a similar experience, strangely thou we feel embarrassed to make eye contact
So true Suresh.
tis the way of the word.... nicely observed, tho maybe a tad irritating.... the natter, I mean....
Neville
Thank you Neville. Yes it did get irritating, I wondered what her friends were thinking, perhaps they were used to it and just turned off their minds.
probably....
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