Laid back
Jack,
Got his title for obvious reasons.
But I remember this one time, in the King's head, Jack was telling the lads about his date the night before, "come on Jack, it's your round" was a chorus sound, so off to the bar he went, while waiting there, A stranger did stare, Jack was there before him, but the man shouted ''two pints of mild''
of course he got served.
Jack didn't care, it's a life time affair, barmaids work hard, to busy to know who is next, the stranger probably had appointment deadlines, time is of the essence.
Waiting is waiting,
My turn will come,
Jack made a little hum,
now the barmaid was finishing her shift, replaced by a barman,
walking towards the bar,
"What are you lad's having?"
he asked a large gang!
A strange sensation came over
Jack,
am I invisible? he thought, to himself,
a smidgen of anger was born,
but was quickly
extinguished,
Hey, I'm laid back Jack.
It's all just bad timing, my friends will just have to wait,
to wait at the bar,
well it's just my fate.
The barman was about to finish serving, more people had arrived,
Jack was wondering which way the barman would look, please look at me, he urged the gods that might listen.
As the moment arrived,
several faces looked hopeful,
something rouse out of Jack,
the shrill words,
I'M NEXT TO BE SERVED!
The pub became silent,
time seemed to stop,
everyone looked at Jack,
then from a dark corner, a small voice calmly stated,
no, it's me next,
Jack looked and saw, a old man, of which he'd been unaware.
A feeling of shame,
brought Jack some pain, Oh please let me buy you that drink?
"that would be nice"
I've built up quite a thirst,
this broke the ice,
everyone started to laugh.
Returning with a try of drinks,
Jack was asked,
what took you so long?
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 4:30 AM UTC
Laid back
Jack,
Got his title for obvious reasons.
But I remember this one time, in the King's head, Jack was telling the lads about his date the night before, "come on Jack, it's your round" was a chorus sound, so off to the bar he went, while waiting there, A stranger did stare, Jack was there before him, but the man shouted ''two pints of mild''
of course he got served.
Jack didn't care, it's a life time affair, barmaids work hard, to busy to know who is next, the stranger probably had appointment deadlines, time is of the essence.
Waiting is waiting,
My turn will come,
Jack made a little hum,
now the barmaid was finishing her shift, replaced by a barman,
walking towards the bar,
"What are you lad's having?"
he asked a large gang!
A strange sensation came over
Jack,
am I invisible? he thought, to himself,
a smidgen of anger was born,
but was quickly
extinguished,
Hey, I'm laid back Jack.
It's all just bad timing, my friends will just have to wait,
to wait at the bar,
well it's just my fate.
The barman was about to finish serving, more people had arrived,
Jack was wondering which way the barman would look, please look at me, he urged the gods that might listen.
As the moment arrived,
several faces looked hopeful,
something rouse out of Jack,
the shrill words,
I'M NEXT TO BE SERVED!
The pub became silent,
time seemed to stop,
everyone looked at Jack,
then from a dark corner, a small voice calmly stated,
no, it's me next,
Jack looked and saw, a old man, of which he'd been unaware.
A feeling of shame,
brought Jack some pain, Oh please let me buy you that drink?
"that would be nice"
I've built up quite a thirst,
this broke the ice,
everyone started to laugh.
Returning with a try of drinks,
Jack was asked,
what took you so long?
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