Mickey Roberts
Me and Mickey Roberts
Climbed from his car.
And me and Mickey Robert’s
Brag walked to this bar
Only to be greeted by
This welcoming shout.
The old landlord it seemed
Was moving out
And the first few beers
Were gratis free
Even for strangers
Like Mickey and me.
Those two young girls
Just standing there
Mine had long dark
Dark flowing hair
And a pair of lips
Just needing a kiss.
This could be
A night of bliss.
I couldn’t understand,
Couldn’t think why
She looked at me
With admiring eye.
I must be very brave
She thought,
How and on earth
Was my job taught.
Mickey stood there
with his big daft grin
And I knew once again
He’d dropped me in
The deepest of deep ends,
Mickey Roberts,
My joker friend.
I blew it of course
And we lost both the girls
My lovely lass
With the flowing curls.
I’ll never forget
The slap on my face
Before they stormed
Out of that place
All the bar laughed
As I turned red
Trying not
To hang my head.
Mickey just chortled
All the way back to base
And I suppose I had
A grin on my face:
The very next day
Micky was gone
The army in its wisdom
Had moved him on.
I never ever met or
Saw Mickey again
But over all those years
I still remember when
Micky spun his yarn
And I let him down,
But really, me a lion tamer,
Him a white faced clown!!
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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