Do You Remember The Worst Time?
I met her one night at a nightclub
And ended up walking her home,
She asked what I thought of her haircut
I said it could do with a comb.
She invited me in for a coffee
I said 'Have you got any tea?'
She told me she fancied a cuddle
And plonked herself down on my knee.
She nuzzled my neck on the sofa
And started caressing my thigh,
I got up and moved to an armchair,
She looked like she wanted to cry.
She said she got terribly lonely
And bored in that big empty flat,
I said she should buy a canary
Or rabbit or something like that.
She said she'd been dumped by her husband
Without doing anything wrong,
"We'd only been married a fortnight..."
I wondered what took him so long.
She said "Do you find me attractive?
D'you think I'm a good looking girl?"
And while I was trying to answer
She got up and gave me a twirl.
She lifted her skirts as she shimmied
She looked to have powerful thighs,
She started removing her stockings,
I wanted to poke out my eyes.
She led me upstairs to the bedroom
And said we were gonna have fun;
I lay back and thought about England
Until it was over and done.
I woke up at six in the morning
And sneakily snook out the door,
I felt like a fool and a fondling..
Yet quickly returned for some more.
Stephen Gospage
Wed 18th Jun 2025 08:29
Brilliantly funny, Branwell.