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The Errand

Wee Luck McGee, came into the pub And the Barman started pouring a beer "No Tanks for me, a martini you see Is what you'll be serving right here" Then McGee with one hand, pulled a jar from his coat Removing the lid with the other Plucked out the olive, and swilled down the Gin Then abruptly ordered another With each martini he knocked back with cheer An olive was placed in the jar And when it got filled, He screwed on the lid Then started to walk from the bar But the barman called out "What's that about ?" To McGee with the jar he did cling "It's me Mrs you know, she told me to go And get Her a jar of these tings"

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Date: 1/20/2016 11:45:00 PM
Oh yes and by the way, A (7) for me and a Fav.
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Date: 1/20/2016 11:44:00 PM
What wonderful wit and charm. Love this one too Jerry. You Rock.....Sharon : )
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Date: 1/9/2016 6:37:00 PM
Ah!!!!!!!!Jerry, now this is one poem I really enjoyed, it just reminded me that I have a glass jar at the back of my bar with a martini ready to be made and drunk and I can pluck an olive of one of our trees, thank you for reminding me, I just love this poem, keep these type of poems coming, hope you and family are well, take care .................Vera
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Jerry T Curtis
Date: 1/9/2016 7:44:00 PM
Thank you sweetheart ---go easy on the olives --God Bless
Date: 1/8/2016 9:44:00 PM
G'day Jerry... now this is entirely logical. If only my wife ate olives. Thanks for the chuckle mate - Lindsay
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Jerry T Curtis
Date: 1/9/2016 6:19:00 PM
If it weren't for me, you'd be my favorite story teller, LOL. May God Bless You My Friend........

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