Was it something I did 2: This time it's Personal

Kevin Hulme

Yes I remember Sir Malcolm, he wasn't a bad old sort,                                Though a trifle bad tempered it's sad to report. 

Like the time that I borrowed a Prized DVD;

'The Bells of St Mary's' that I wanted to see,

But on the return I put in the Wrong Disc-

A Simple mistake I had to insist-

And when lent  to the Vicar and his family at home;

'Lesbian Lust 2' was the Feature being shown. 

Now his proud reputation as a 'Good Family Man';

Is quickly descending down the Proverbial Pan.

And he once owned a Monet: 'The Breaking of Ice';

It seemed a bit grimy so to make it look nice, 

I'd apply a bit of Water, it couldn't really hurt;

But grabbed the wrong Bottle and scrubbed it with Turps.

When I told him what happened, I just had to smile;

Though he looked like The Hulk with a bad case of Piles.

And what of the time - I Chuckle when I think-

And if Memory serves, It caused quite a stink.

He went for a Holiday:  Santorini in Greece,

For a much needed Rest and Tension release.

Then what are the Odds, you'll be hard pressed to find;

He was Booked in a Room adjacent to mine.

The look on his face was a singular sight;

When I told of my Plans for a 'Rave' every night.

'I demand another Room and don't care if it's Late'

Then was disturbed every Night by the Smashing of Plates.

And By the By I must now  Confide,

Him being a Proud Scot on his Mother's side.

We both  went out walking one fine Summers day;

So he Wore his Best Kilt in the Traditional way.

When Lo and Behold we apparently got lost, 

My directions it seems the ultimate cost:

'Just follow me Mally I'll get us Two Home,

No need for Maps on the Silly old Phone'.

'Across this land we're sure to find;

The Familiar sight of the Village Sign'.

And such language Obscene from a respected old Knight;

In a vast field of Thistles so late in the Night.

Well- Poor Old Mal is now laid down to rest,

And his Psychiatrist feels it's all for the Best.

And I've said once before and I'll say once again:

I've a sneaky old feeling that I was somehow to blame.

 

 

  • Author: Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 15th, 2026 19:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: Coming Soon : Was it Something I did 3 : The Revenge of Sir Malcolm. With a cast of Thousands and Award Winning Affects In HD and 3D . The Continued Story of, Ohhh I can't be bothered let someone else do it.
  • Category: Humor
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  • sorenbarrett

    An interplay here between the author and another well done as a reflection.

    • Kevin Hulme

      Thank you . Appreciate your Comments.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are very welcome Kevin

      • Paul Bell

        Lesbian lust 2, granted not as good as lesbian lust 1, but still good family viewing in some countries.
        I would like to think the old guy died happy, but even if he didn't, doesn't mean you shouldn't have a drink or ten in his honour.

        • Kevin Hulme

          It's what he would have wanted.
          Thank you for Reading and the fave.

        • Friendship

          Nicely written

          • Kevin Hulme

            Thank you for Reading and sending a Comment.



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