Jul 2022
FUNNY THAT!
He was knocked out
by the Wagner.
It had fallen from
the first floor.
He had never liked
Wagner.
His body fell
in the shape
of a broken
*******.
Funny.
That.
Blood ebbed
into the snow
below his head
like a badly drawn
map of
Ceylon.
She had been throwing
her boyfriend's belongings
...out...out...out!
Clothes.
Wagner.
An etc. of her anger,
The Wagner was
barely scratched.
But the phonograph
was completely kaput.
There was more blood
than damage done.
The enraged young lady
went on to meet and marry
a postman who
adored Cesar Frank.
No one knows or cares
what happen to the chap who
owned
the discarded possessions.
The poor passer by in time
recovered and went on to
write poetry though
he had never written poetry before.
Funny.
That.
He never tired
of telling of
his great escape
when drunk.
Indeed he had been
very drunk that day.
Didn't know
what happened to him.
It never ceased
to annoy him when
he wasn't believed!
"Yeah yeah...sure sure!"
After that he never
liked music.
*
The phonograph missed by an inch otherwise he would have been dead but the Wagner record skimmed him just at the hairline so producing an inordinate amount of blood before settling on a bank of snow without even a scratch.
I had asked her how she had met her husband and she started telling me this tale and I thought she had married the guy she nearly clobbered but not a bit of it! She had got rid of
" 'orrible boyfriend" and all his things through the window and the passerby was just collateral damage. She disliked Wagner and "'orrible boyfriend" and the neighbour on the top floor came down to see if she was ok and that was that. Out with the old and ring on the finger for the new. She had heard him play Frank's Symphony in D minor in that long snowy month. So you could say she chucked Wagner for Frank.
The passerby boy was just unlucky is all and in time came to write a poem about it. Whenever he got drunk he would recall it all. They all knew it happened as there were actually eyewitnesses to the event but they would pretend to not believe him which drove him mad and to another drink.
Funny. That!
He was knocked out
by the Wagner.
It had fallen from
the first floor.
He had never liked
Wagner.
His body fell
in the shape
of a broken
*******.
Funny.
That.
Blood ebbed
into the snow
below his head
like a badly drawn
map of
Ceylon.
She had been throwing
her boyfriend's belongings
...out...out...out!
Clothes.
Wagner.
An etc. of her anger,
The Wagner was
barely scratched.
But the phonograph
was completely kaput.
There was more blood
than damage done.
The enraged young lady
went on to meet and marry
a postman who
adored Cesar Frank.
No one knows or cares
what happen to the chap who
owned
the discarded possessions.
The poor passer by in time
recovered and went on to
write poetry though
he had never written poetry before.
Funny.
That.
He never tired
of telling of
his great escape
when drunk.
Indeed he had been
very drunk that day.
Didn't know
what happened to him.
It never ceased
to annoy him when
he wasn't believed!
"Yeah yeah...sure sure!"
After that he never
liked music.
*
The phonograph missed by an inch otherwise he would have been dead but the Wagner record skimmed him just at the hairline so producing an inordinate amount of blood before settling on a bank of snow without even a scratch.
I had asked her how she had met her husband and she started telling me this tale and I thought she had married the guy she nearly clobbered but not a bit of it! She had got rid of
" 'orrible boyfriend" and all his things through the window and the passerby was just collateral damage. She disliked Wagner and "'orrible boyfriend" and the neighbour on the top floor came down to see if she was ok and that was that. Out with the old and ring on the finger for the new. She had heard him play Frank's Symphony in D minor in that long snowy month. So you could say she chucked Wagner for Frank.
The passerby boy was just unlucky is all and in time came to write a poem about it. Whenever he got drunk he would recall it all. They all knew it happened as there were actually eyewitnesses to the event but they would pretend to not believe him which drove him mad and to another drink.
Funny. That!
