Saturday, 3 March 2018

Just a memory

                                                                           Heinrich Kuhn (1897)                                              

I remember Tommy White
Tussled hair and not too bright
Stayed out late one autumn night
Lost his way the little shite

Fell into a ditch the fool
Landed face down in the pool
Typical of him the tool
Won't see him again at school

Used to sit right next to me
Now I've got a girl named Bea
Whose eyes are a joy to see
Tommy's just a memory

She lives near the aerodrome
We hold hands as we walk home
Prefer it there and don't roam
While inside her hair I comb

Tommy White I do not miss
I don't even reminisce
For now I have Bea to kiss
And you could say life is bliss

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  1. Bye-bye Tommy...hello Bea! A fun read :)

  2. Try the other way a while. The choice may have been made.

  3. I don't think kissing Tommy would be so great but kissing Bea - that's another story!

  4. This gave me a good laugh, not to take anything away from your skilful ballad.

  5. Ah - the bliss of Bea! Lovely.
    Anna :o]

  6. Well, that's one way to lose a rival. And much easier than having to take direct action.

  7. I have to say that I still feel for Tommy... I assume that someone love the little turd...

  8. Sometimes life works out this way. One man's loss is another man's gain. A unique take on the photo Robin.