What Is His Name

The party’s going well, the drinks are flowing fast, When someone saunters over from my long and distant past. ‘Hello’ I say sheepishly, for his name I do not know, Is it Frank or maybe Steve? I hope it doesn’t show. ‘Where are you working these days?’ a fishing exercise, But I still don’t know his name, something I’m struggling to disguise. ‘I’m sorry’ he says ‘but I cannot place your name’ ‘Me neither’ I reply ‘ but it’s Ronnie all the same’. 11th November 2019 Give me 8 lines of poetry contest Sponsor - Tania Kitchin