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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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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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. 🌹
Took the biscuits too, that was the final straw.
And I'm sure that was your reply dajavu 😂
Your humor is noteworthy, and your imagination is quite vivid. As a child, my mother would remind me to close the refrigerator, saying that nothing grows inside after opening it. Your poem explores themes of betrayal, heartbreak, and the absurdity of romantic relationships, with a particular focus on the poet's feelings of being wronged and humiliated by their former partner.
Yes, close the fridge door the heat will get in.
Paul, this is pub-banter brilliance. The escalating absurdity from lovers to beer to heart attacks builds into that final punchline. It’s less about betrayal and more about priorities… and that’s what makes it funny. “Keep the bloody fridge.” seals it. Well done, mate! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Going to court over a fridge, brutal.
Totally brutal!
Lost track approximately halfway as to who was who (please substitute ‘whom’ if felt appropriate or technically correct). Themes would appear from my perspective to include beer, unidentified refrigerator and some bed hopping (or should that be ‘crawling’?) Is this a rewarding response to your entertaining piece?
The beer and the fridge are the main components in this principled poem, maybe honour too.
Though did find out Mary was an arm wrestler, which is a great trait in the pub drinking league. lol
No strained tendons?
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