Molt Be Blog

Ode to Guy at Grosvenor

Oh toothless guy from Grosvenor
we met and discussed many things
your breath did stink
your teeth did miss
and with me your memory clings

We conversed for quite some time
topics ranged and topics ran
discussing food
and discussing sport
your bottle never left your hand

At first we began with how-do-you dos
then the subject turned to food
you exclaimed that quiche was good
and that people don't eat beets as much as they should

Then we talked football
and you complained of tv
and how you were bored with just basic
and had no electricity

Without your tv
you went to the bar for some fun
and while telling the tale
drank a mini of bourbon

"Spaghetti's gotta have sausage,
and it's an Italian dish"
Your words bounce around in my head
like nine stupid fish.

When the train came
not one tear was spilled
we took separate cars
and we were both thrilled

You were thrilled
'cuz you were sauced
I was thrilled
'cuz you were lost.