Clancy, my Fictitious friend.
C. J. Black©β 12 of 13.
I put this question to friend Fictitious Clancy – Your passion for life where do you get it from
He explained it like this – purpose – with aplomb
To say that my gast was flabbered by such a profound statement is telling you the absolute truth
As we sat in the snug supping pints Fic said let’s discuss Babe Ruth
Now you never know with Fic which avenue he was going to take
But I for one was always ready to counter his slip up or mistake
But Fic was nothing if not direct when something had to be pursued
I thought then why not throw him a curved ball – one that would leave him screwed
I said, ok drop the Babe Ruth thought and we’ll play a game of rings
See who’s still standing whenever the fat lady sings
It’s many moons ago since Fic and I threw rings in Ryan’s of Parnell Street
As we started to reminisce about the folks we used to meet
The competition that we had on the nights we’d gather there
We were all young and foolish then none of us with a care
We all had our (L) plates on at that stage of our lives
All free and single not a thought of partners or of wives
Good times had by one and all each time we gathered round
We all enjoyed having a bet, in for a penny in for a pound
All good clean fun with never a cross word spoken – the world was then a friendlier place
But here we are now well adjusted and surviving in this rat race
We sat there looking at one another and our nearly empty glasses
Fic said Fiacra fill them up again – when in good company how quickly time passes
We continued to reminisce and talk of years gone by
Then he nodded and tipped me that wink – Fictitious Clancy could you meet a nicer guy?
