The Woman I Didn't KnowA Poem by David Lewis PagetElizabeth Paddington Warrington Ware I met on a path today, I knew by the wind that was blowing her hair She’d not have a lot to say. I said my hello and she turned then to go And she stuck her nose up in the air, Like she didn’t know me, or sought then to throw me Which I didn’t think very fair. I said, ‘Aren’t you talking?’ but she just kept walking So I turned around and caught up. I caught at her sleeve in a moment of peeve And in doing, spilt tea from my cup, She snapped ‘Understand me, young man, and unhand me You’re showing that you have no couth!’ I thought she was blind or was being unkind I’m a pensioner, far from a youth. ‘Don’t say you don’t know me, you’re trying to snow me, Remember, we once had a fling,’ I had her engaged, but she flew in a rage And said, ‘I don’t recall such a thing! You’re merely a stranger, I feel I’m in danger, I’m calling for help in a thrice,’ ‘How could you forget me, with all that you let me Back then, don’t you think it was nice?’ ‘I’m Ellen Pengellen O’Fogarty Fair,’ She exclaimed, and I said, ‘then you’re not… Elizabeth Paddington Warrington Ware, I’m so sorry, I must have forgot.’ I thought, ‘I’m in trouble, she must have a double,’ Then thought of the tat on her bot, ‘Do you have a sailor?’ She blushed, I had nailed her, For Fair she was certainly not! David Lewis Paget
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