Sometimes Being Called Names Aint That Bad At All

When it comes to being
called other name's by 
people

Sometimes they ain't all that 
half bad at all and can even
leave one feeling rather glad
instead

Like when i first heard the 
name of someone called

Chris Ozzy

Spoken of in such glowing
terms of affection i myself
wanted and wondered why
i had never met him

Until 1 day with no 1 stood
beside or behind me Kevin 
said Chris Ozzy is here

And it finally dawned on me
and i realized i was in fact
Chris Ozzy

Which Kevin named me simply
because i had a foreign not
scouse accent

And i have loved every single
day and more since because
it has a far better ring to it
than Chris S.A

And everyone still laughs to
this day when the origins of
this story is told to them

When people realize i am not Australian never actually been
nor related to anyone from

And best of latter out 1 day
whilst shopping with my
mother

We bumped into no other
than Kevin the man himself

And once after introducing
them we parted companies
with Kevin waving my Mum
a fond farewell

Saying goodbye very nice
to meet you

Mrs Ozzy , Chris Ozzy mum

And now she laughs and
love's it just as much as i do
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Deo Avatar
November 20, 2021 at 2:12 PM
thanx for sharing - as I said Black Friday (in a poem) has nothing to do with race. In the black or red; Thanksgiving Sales are the biggest in USA before Christmas, and all year, so businesses avoid going/staying in the red. Names and labels are weird. In USA, you drive on the parkway and PARK in the driveway. shalom shalom
Flaherty Avatar
November 21, 2021 at 3:18 PM
Baie Dankie Mnr
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