Speaks for itself, I think.


A Con is a Con

Calling a spade a spade
Was his reputation,
And sitting awaiting lunch
In the Coach and Horses,
He inwardly grinned
At his calculation
That ordering Fish’n Chips
Deprived his scheming girl
Of her ‘free’ bottle
(That came with fillet steak –
His usual delectation.)
Did she actually think
He was too old to know
It was his old age pension
She used to pay for these trips…
For his false appreciation?

© griffonner 2021



Poetry by Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 240 times
Written on 2021-05-28 at 14:48

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Allen. Think I knew someone like this,
Who was canny with money. But
He didn't call a spade a spade,
He called it a shovel
Regards Alan
2022-05-07


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Surgically written with a brilliant economy of words. Bravo!
2021-05-28


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Indeed
Ken D
2021-05-28


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
A psychological drama written vividly. The scheming and quietude and inward grin brought to mind the writer Georges Simenon.
2021-05-28