I didn't mind you balling Jack in our sack
Behind my back
But to take the fridge which held the beer
That was low, even for you dear
Now I hear you've dumped Jack, in favour of Mark
Everybody knows, he’s a nark
And what about the beer
Is it true, Mark the nark was shot in the dark
Now you're with Joe
The price of beer, it’s shocking you know
Heard the news, heart attack, poor Joe, and at the point of blow
Way to go Joe, the beer will flow
Is it true, Joe’s hardly dead, and you’re away with Fred
My god, I'm drinking myself dead
Oh no, surely not Fred, he was in his prime
Time gentlemen please, time
Well that sobered me up
You’re living with Mary, quite contrary
That's it, you've crossed the line
I'm the laughingstock in the Rose and Crown
You have finally pushed me over the ridge
For Christ sakes woman
Keep the bloody fridge.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2022 05:48
- Category: Humor
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Comments4
Yes I agree Teddy, she can keep the fridge! Thanks Paul for a good laugh in the morning.
Do you have a spare fridge.
I kept up with the fridge (I think...) Seemed safest. But wot about the beer?
Thankfully, the beer survived, just.
Haha, the first humorous poem I read, and already love this category thanks to you!!
You need a laugh after the night before.
gotta larf tho dont ya squire ...
reminds me of my very own 'Alphabetical Infidelities' but with beer and a fridge taking the lead roles ....................................... 🙂
I blame everything on the fridge.
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