Clancy, my Fictitious Friend.
By C.J. Black
Allow me to share this nugget with you – it might just well tickle your fancy
About this very good friend of mine – his name – Fictitious Clancy
Now Fic (as he was referred to) was the kind of guy who could at times be quite rude
Like the time he turned up for our four ball – in the nude
As we stood on the first tee there were shouts and loud cat calls
We were as a consequence of this disqualified for playing with six balls!!
There was also the time he dressed up in his birthday suit
And suggested we go clubbing He thought this would be a hoot
That was until the bouncer who was quite big and burly
Dispatched us both by grabbing Fic by his short ‘n’ curly
Then there was the time we holidayed in the Canaries
The locals did not know what to make of Fic thought he was away with the fairies
Fic with his spray on tan and skin tight swimming trunks
Got glances that you would not believe from Ladies and their Hunks
Was he anyway embarrassed? You’ve guessed right, he didn’t give a toss
As he laid spread out on his sun bed “singing” along to the music of the Boss
We went one night to a fancy dress ball – and the night he stole
For it was not a ball we went to but Ladies dancing with a pole
After several shots of Bourbon He said let us take a chance
So he approached this Asian Lady and asked her do you lap dance?
It occurred to me that Fic was gone – for what seemed to me to be a long while
But should I have worried – not at all for he returned with quite a broad smile.
Fic had some hairy notions – recognisable only when he smirks.
1 of 13 daily offerings.