ParanoiaA Poem by Paul Bell
There’s a woman on the phone who says she’s pregnant, explanation.
Well, in simple terms, the man has to impregnate the woman, this may take several occasions, but you get the gist. Oh, I get the gist alright, so how many occasions did it take. Well, it's hardly the thing you talk about when you’re planning a baby. What, how long has this been going on. How would I know, might be one night, might be long-term, why don't you ask her. I’m not asking your floosie things like that, you should know. Typical woman, just because a pregnant woman is on the phone, you naturally assume the worse. I have reason to assume the worse, the neighbours bed you assembled. Don’t remind me of that, Chinese instructions, it was a nightmare. I was more thinking of how I caught you in bed with her. You didn’t catch us in the physical sense, we were testing the bed. And you had to be naked to do that. She’s Scandinavian, that’s what they do. You were under the covers. She was covering her modesty, the embarrassment you caused that day. Yeah, I’m gutted. You really have to do something about this paranoia. Are you saying I’m nuts. Well, the facts do speak for themselves. You’re so right, it’s a strange thing paranoia, sometimes I think young James isn’t yours. Just as well he’s the spitting image of me then. Yes, that’s the strange thing, he’s the spitting image of your brother too. What, what are you saying, have you been bedding my brother. Not in the physical sense, I think Well, in that case, young James is definitely mine then. Don’t know, the condom your brother used, the instructions were in Chinese. © 2018 Paul BellReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 21, 2018 Last Updated on September 21, 2018 AuthorPaul BellAboutI like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..Writing
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