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Mick & Pat...
Contributed by
markymark
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Sunday, 28th July 2002 @ 07:15:41 AM in AEST
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I was asked to write a poem...and i sighed
can i write about the ones i knew...who died
the answer was a simple... No
so i delved some more...to catch there flow
it had to be an Irish theme...of two old gents and what they mean when they meet...the words they use
the banter that they both abuse
so i thought about it...slept on it
and still... woke without a plan
so what your now...about to read
is the thinking... of this man...
"Morning Mick"...hows it going Pat...
so this is where you is... and at...
well to be honest Mick...i've had a row
me and her that is...just now...
so i thought i'd best get off side
away from her ... and her female pride...
Jasus aint they all the same
drive you nuts...and then insane
sure mine dont know me...and after all these years
if i went home now..."i'd have the dog in tears"
i'm the only man i think i know...that wakes each morning
praying for snow...
to then look out...and to "Her"... exclaim!!
"sure all the gardens look the same"...
I tell you Mick, God bless me here
i cant relax... when i have a beer
there was a time, when the kids were small
i'd have a few..."Like a mini ball"...
but shes learning... all the tricks to Log
she hid the lead..."So i could'nt walk the dog"
I know the way... they think now Pat
there devious, sly... and good at that
would use you... like an oul doormat
"have you ever thought of getting a cat"?...
Your all right Mick...i'll take a chance
i'll buy her flowers and court romance
and take her out... somewhere fussy
thats a No... to the cat...and to hell with the *****...
So tell me Pat...what you... done now
to find yourself... on the back of a row
i'm not sure Mick...she was like some nutter
i was holding the ladder...while she was cleaning the gutter
and i merely happened to ask her straight
while she was up there...could she check the slates
then all of a sudden...world war three...she threw the bucket down on me
i moved away...and the ladder slipped
i tried to catch her...but i went and tripped
lucky for her... she landed on me bushes
but the thorns in her a**...did'nt half hide her blushes...
Why dont you go back ...like a remorseful sinner
apologise... and tell her she's a winner
it's the only way...you'll get any dinner
if you dont do that that... you'll be so much thinner...
and take her back some flowers to plea
and not the " Buy one bunch, get the other free"
a proper bunch... a bouquet neat
and if that dont work...sure you could swap it for a wreath...
i think now Mick ... i'll do just that
i'll sort some flowers and perhaps that cat
and tell her that i'm sorry i was born
then offer my assistance
to remove them thorns...
MDM...27/07/02...
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Re: Mick & Pat...
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by humphdj on
Sunday, 28th July 2002 @ 07:30:57 AM AEST
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This I loved
Made me laugh
Good write
Rgds
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Re: Mick & Pat...
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by ginsdance on
Sunday, 28th July 2002 @ 02:37:38 PM AEST
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I may not be Chrissie, but it made me smile! This was great! I have Irish relatives that act this way... and it was great to read this conversation! Thanks for sharing!
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Re: Mick & Pat...
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by Holly on
Tuesday, 13th August 2002 @ 07:52:19 AM AEST
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Just discovered this one lurking in the archives!! Took me a while to recover enough to post a comment - I loved the sheer lunacy of this conversation. I read it through more than once, with a huge grin plastered upon my face! Now if that isn't a compliment, I don't know what is, 'cos usually I'm a dour faced Scot!! :-)
Brilliant fun!!!
Holly |
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