The Chuckle Brothers.

The Chuckle Brothers.

A Poem by Paul Bell

Woke up this morning with a head
This is the curse when you try to change the world
Gave Mary just a slight hint Tony might be bedding Jill, Joan, not excluding Alice
Big John, definitely gay, but as I explained, Billy his partner was kissing May
Mark was salivating over the barmaid Rose
Godsakes man haven’t you heard, Rose used to be Fred
You could have heard a pin drop when the chuckle brothers walked in
Word on the street, Jill and Joan were in the family way
Which in any other circumstances would be okay
But everybody knew the brothers fired blanks, hence the chuckle reference amongst the ranks
Still, honour was at stake on that fateful night
A slight nod Tony’s way would start the fight
A knife to the heart was Tony’s plight
Then a voice cried out, you sure she’s a man
Well, Rose hit Mark with a pan
Big John head butted Billy
Who landed on Tony, and one of his cronies
Mary who had now lost the plot when Alice showed the ring Tony had bought
A bottle of bud over the head, put paid to Tony and his amorous ways
Rose stripped off shouting, does this look like a man
Mark got up seeing double as the chuckle brothers pushed him down again
Big John threw Billy into the air, landing on the chuckle brothers like Fred Astaire
The brothers took this as a blatant dare, shooting Billy without a care
Tony clocked Rose in her Sunday best, uttering the words, better than all the rest
This sent Mary totally insane, followed by Jill, Joan, Alice, and for some reason May
Guns were pulled, shots went astray, all aimed at Tony who looked on in dismay
The chuckle brothers in the way, killed outright on that fateful day
Legend has it, a crime of passion, no arrests were ever made
Tony fled the country, followed by Jill, Joan, and for some reason May
Mark and Rose fell in love, got married
Mary and Alice gave them away
Big John and Billy gave it another go
I was going to mention to him, but decided no
Not after all the advice I gave went untold
Still, this is the curse when you try to change the world
This is why I woke up with a head
Though, what a palaver
Was it something I said.

© 2017 Paul Bell


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you come up with the funniest stories...that mind of yours is in another dimension---we read you and wish we could go there for inspiration---
thank you for the smile, Paul.
j.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Monday Jacob. We need a chuckle on a Monday.
What a funny barroom brawl! So original and whimsical. Arlo Guthrie would do well singing this- forget about Alice! You had me at the great name "the Chuckle Brothers" who shot blanks....and "Rose used to be Fred"! Great style flow, imagery, repetition. A laugh in every line. Needed that!! Master-Class storytelling!






Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

So falling off that wall, landing on my head.
Writing this poem in a concussed state,just to .. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

7 Years Ago

Yes! :)) P.S. Poor Head!!
Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Nothing a night in Fred's bar wont cure.

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