Sorry if there is a delay in replying or if I'm away for short periods. Sometimes life gets in the way. As John Lennon says, life is what happens while you're busy making other plans.
This guy comes up to me in the pub
asks if I’m into poetry.
Yeah, I say, I dabble.
He looks around,
to make sure nobody’s listening.
Want to buy a Dylan Thomas? he asks.
Genuine. It’s legit.
Intrigued, I follow him outside
to the pub car-park,
where all the dodgy-deals go down,
he shows me the hand-written paper
in a plastic wallet.
I check out the document
in the street-light glow.
And it’s definitely legit? I ask.
The guy nods, guaranteed, mate.
I hand over a fistful of cash
and we part ways,
he shuffles off into the night,
disappearing into the shadows.
The next night in the pub
I proudly show off my purchase,
passing it around my friends.
Do you think it’s authentic?
The debate begins.
It is studied, scrutinised
held up to the light,
each swirl of the handwriting looked at
under a magnifying glass
finally someone says
yes, it’s genuine alright.
A genuine Dylan Thomas?
My goodness, that’s amazing.
Erm not quite, they say,
what you have here is
a genuine Tom Dylan.
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I just knew you would be famous one day soon mate .. bravo .. N 🙂
Haha! Thanks mate! 🙂
It reminds me or the guy that tried to sell me my father's stolen watch. A run read.
Thanks Soren. Appreciate your comments.
A fun write Tom. Much enjoyed. A genuine Tom Dylan suits me. Happy Tuesday.
Haha, bless ya, thanks a lot for your comments, Cassie. Cheers, Tom.
The smart and sophisticated may well say “caveat emptor”, while yer mates in ’t pub may well say “hees dun it agen”,
Good fun, even though I don’t believe a word of it, Tom.
Thanks as always for your comments, Dave. My sister in law loves a designer handbag, and you always see fakes being sold. I thought, what if someone was flogging a fake poem. 🙂
They more than likely have, somewhere, sometime Tom. I never underestimate the ingenuity of those eager to rip me off.
A fine write Tom.
My ditty is more sinister - and daft:
This guy comes up to me in the pub
An aggressive guy - I didn't know he was
I said 'Hello'.
He said 'What do you mean 'Hello?', and punched me on the nose! (lol).
There's no talking to some people. Doh!
Haha! Very good, Orchi. I'm from Manchester and they say that the first question in a Manchester pub quiz is What the f*** are you looking at?? 🙂
A friendly quiz there! lol.
Better copyright that. 😁
Haha!! Thanks, AP. 🙂
Some people can be very persuasive Dylan, oops, sorry Tom' LOL
Andy
Thanks, Andy. My wife's sister is into her designer brands and you always see fakes. I thought what if someone was selling fake poems. 🙂
You made it. Great work, my friend.
Thanks a lot for your comments, brother. Really appreciated.
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