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
Image found at http://parpools.typepad.com/notes/2013/06/love-one-another-hand-in-hand.html
Bye-bye Tommy...hello Bea! A fun read :)
ReplyDeleteTry the other way a while. The choice may have been made.
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I don't think kissing Tommy would be so great but kissing Bea - that's another story!
ReplyDeleteThis gave me a good laugh, not to take anything away from your skilful ballad.
ReplyDeletePoor Tommy White!
ReplyDeleteAh - the bliss of Bea! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Well, that's one way to lose a rival. And much easier than having to take direct action.
ReplyDeleteI have to say that I still feel for Tommy... I assume that someone love the little turd...
ReplyDeleteSometimes life works out this way. One man's loss is another man's gain. A unique take on the photo Robin.
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