Paul Bell Poet Rhyme

The Fridge

I didn't mind you balling Jack in our sack

Behind my back

But to take the fridge which held the beer

That was low, even for you dear

Now I hear you've dumped Jack, in favour of Mark

Everybody knows, he’s a nark

And what about the beer

Is it true, Mark the nark was shot in the dark

Now you're with Joe

The price of beer, it’s shocking you know

Heard the news, heart attack, poor Joe, and at the point of blow

Way to go Joe, the beer will flow

Is it true, Joe’s hardly dead, and you’re away with Fred

My god, I'm drinking myself dead

Oh no, surely not Fred, he was in his prime

Time gentlemen please, time

Well that sobered me up

You’re living with Mary, quite contrary

That's it, you've crossed the line

I'm the laughingstock in the Rose and Crown

You have finally pushed me over the ridge

For Christ sakes woman

Keep the bloody fridge.

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Karen Jones February 25, 2024 at 10:20 AM Entertaining and engaging with clever wit! Paul Bell February 26, 2024 at 3:01 AM Never got that fridge back.

Duke Beaufort December 2, 2023 at 6:57 AM Ahh someone with a grand sense of humor. Keep the fun coming, sir!! A real pleasure to read. Beer is a great source of inspiration! Paul Bell December 5, 2023 at 11:01 AM Beer sure is, and it's always available. If only work didn't get in the way of it.

Terry Flood October 31, 2023 at 12:02 PM I think my mind was marching a similar path to David’s, Paul. A smashing, fun write with an ending that magnified my grin. ;-) Paul Bell October 31, 2023 at 1:24 PM You need a laugh with all the doom and gloom about.

David Kavanagh October 30, 2023 at 4:11 PM I thought at one stage Paul you were going to join the Ex and Mary in the sack, but that would just be amoral, a good clean sobering read, cheers David Paul Bell October 31, 2023 at 10:23 AM Poetry soup wouldn't allow me that ending, David. Don't know why. lol