Clancy, my Fictitious friend.
C. J. Black©β
Seize the moment – Fictitious Clancy said as his horse passed the post
Pull us another two pints there Fiacra – we have to have a toast
Toast says I to Fic what a very good idea
Not often that the bookies clerk would prefer not to see ya
What terrible grammar quick thinking Fic retorted
I really didn’t give a tinkers curse as to the bookies I, Fic escorted
He presented at the desk handed in his docket
Stood patiently waiting for his win – quickly placed it in his pocket
Back we went into the snug our two pints had settled well
Fic turned to me with that smirk what about Pricilla pray tell?
I suggested that she wouldn’t mind once you tell her you’ve booked a villa
And that both of you this weekend were going to Seville
Fic looked at me in total shock not to mention sheer horror – and said you miss the point
I mean when we get back home worse for wear – I was only going for one pint!!
Now here we are on our fourth already
Not quite tipsy but a little unsteady
Just then his phone gave out a whistle – Fic had just received a text
It was Pricilla; she was just dropping in on the pretext –
That instead of dining in they might have dinner out
Fic mopped his brow, breathed a sigh of relief and ordered another three pints of stout.
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