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 Christsakes woman
Keep the bloody fridge.
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In this humor there is a message Paul priorities set the limit on values and even they can fall when one becomes sober. A good write my friend
Sober is bad, red letters become clearer.
I am quite sure I've read this one in the past, it has a bitter sweet taste, of course there is humour in everything if we look hard enough, but a woman who cheats and also takes the fridge, well she is practically taking the biscuit. A heartfelt write with an ironic edge. Great write dear Paul. 🌹
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