Based on an old joke


Eating in a pub
With a white wine,
Wife was sipping gin.
Overheard this conversation,
That's were this story begins.

Now the lass behind the bar,
Had a little stutter. But
She had that sort of figure,
That melts butter.

This fellow walks in calls out,
I just couldn't believe .
How rude he did appear,
"Hi donkey can I have a beer".

y,y,y, yes she said
He downed the pint in one.
She stuttered.
"w,w,w, would you like another".
He replied" No thanks donkey,
I'm off to see wife's mother
Bye donkey". She replied.

Now I thought he was a prat
Speaking to a girl like that
She said. "i,i,it doesn't matter".
Then I asked.
"So why did he call you donkey?
She said as we continued with our chat,
"D,d, don't know, he aw, he aw
He always calls me that".

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-11-15 at 02:41

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