Every picture tells a story
Whether it's romance, betrayal or of nothing that quite bores me
Every picture tells its tale
If sat by a river and up comes a stranger
Just fishing in peace, never in any danger
Starts with a tale of love and onto how he betrayed her
It's not my business son, now packing up my pike lure
For listening to some random bloke in the pub, spouting off after too many Stella's
Is almost the same as chatting on the Tube, to some random fella
But nobody beats the intricate details told by one, that man my Granddad
The original, and the only,
Storyteller

JJB