~The Poet’s Poet~
As one word borrowed another.
What about yourself then he asked
Do you think you’ll chance another?
With a fat salary like yours
It is brandy I’d be drinking
What I drink and what I earn is my business
He wasn’t at all pleased with that riposte
I don’t like your attitude
Sure there you are, up in the big house
Roaming around all alone
I could have answered but kept my mouth shut
Cat got your tongue he asked
We sat in silence for a short period
Then he turned to me with that sly smile and said
Do you know how dangerous rats are?
They carry that Weill’s disease
Your man that was sitting two stools up from us
Shifted fairly smartly
Little did he know our conversation was a pure wind up
He might think twice next time about
Latching on to others conversations.
Strange things happen in public houses?
© Chris Black. January 2019