Woke up this morning with a head
This is the curse when you try to change the world
Gave Mary just a slight hint Tony might be bedding Jill, Joan, not excluding Alice
Big John, definitely gay, but as I explained, Billy his partner was kissing May
Mark was salivating over the barmaid Rose
God sakes man, haven’t you heard, Rose used to be Fred
You could have heard a pin drop when the Chuckle Brothers walked in
Word on the street, Jill and Joan were in the family way
Which, in any other circumstances, would be okay
But everybody knew the brothers fired blanks, hence the chuckle reference amongst the ranks
Still, honour was at stake on that fateful night
A slight nod Tony’s way would start the fight
A knife to the heart was Tony’s plight
Then a voice cried out, you sure she’s a man
Well, Rose hit Mark with a pan
Big John headbutted Billy
Who landed on Tony, and one of his cronies
Mary, who had now lost the plot when Alice showed the ring Tony had bought
A bottle of bud over the head, put paid to Tony and his amorous ways
Rose stripped off, shouting, does this look like a man
Mark got up, seeing double as the Chuckle Brothers pushed him down again
Big John threw Billy into the air, landing on the Chuckle Brothers like Fred Astaire
The brothers took this as a blatant dare, shooting Billy without a care
Tony clocked Rose in her Sunday best, uttering the words, better than all the rest
This sent Mary totally insane, followed by Jill, Joan, Alice, and for some reason May
Guns were pulled, shots went astray, all aimed at Tony who looked on in dismay
The Chuckle Brothers in the way, killed outright on that fateful day
Legend has it, a crime of passion, no arrests were ever made
Tony fled the country, followed by Jill, Joan, and for some reason May
Mark and Rose fell in love, got married
Mary and Alice gave them away
Big John and Billy gave it another go
I was going to mention to him, but decided no
Not after all the advice I gave went untold
Still, this is the curse when you try to change the world
This is why I woke up with a head
Though, what a palaver
Was it something I said.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Now that's quite a story told in poetic form. A poem of a word that started a storm. A narrative of life the take and give. A word astray can ruin a perfectly good day. A fun read my friend
Amazing how the odd word can cause mayhem.
Indeed
Your poem serves to explore the complexities of relationships and the absurdity of trying to manage them, encapsulated in the idea that despite our best intentions to change the world, we often find ourselves in chaotic and humorous situations. The concluding lines suggest a reflective tone, questioning the nature of communication and human interactions.
I know, some don't need a wrecking ball, just their mouth.
The veracity of your reportage is astounding. Each character given an allotted space commensurate with their importance with respect to the occasion. Need I say more….. or less?
This is a proper bar to drink in, they're all nuts.
My friend, this is brilliantly unhinged…the gossip spiraling, identities flipping, fists flying, romances blooming, all ending with that deadpan “Was it something I said.” It’s sharp, funny, and wonderfully chaotic. Loved this one, Paul. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
This is the sort of guy who starts wars but doesn't realise it.
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