My Sins I Confess.A Poem by carrotcruncherPoem I wrote for a Contest about secrets.Its not much of a secret, its really more of a confession. A tale of drunkenness, rowdiness and a booze soaked session. Several victims were cajoled the addled perpetrator was me, too much cider I'm afraid, maybe a gallon, maybe three.
My twisted little tale starts as a story in a bar. A dark, dingy place called the bobbin and star. I only popped in for a quick pint or two, a bit of the landlords famous brown brew.
Now we turn to the crime a most heinous act, the details of which fair constitute the facts. Its time I fess up lay my cards on the table. I admit it, I done it, I never knew I was able.
I told those poor people I was his Holy Reverence the Pope, the big pointy hat, yes that’s me, I'm that bloke. I told them to drink up for salvation you see, and for the rest of the night my drinks were all free.
At some point in the night, my sham had unravelled, I realised the game was up, it was time I fair travelled. I bolted from the pub at a lick of a pace, like a scene from Benny Hill at the front of a race.
Eventually they gave up and returned to the bar, as I bent double, wheezing, watching from afar. And so here I stand gasping in my cardiac state. I'm sorry, really sorry I just made a mistake! © 2014 carrotcruncherReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 2, 2014 Last Updated on March 2, 2014 AuthorcarrotcruncherWest Country, United KingdomAboutpoetry must come from the heart and not the head, I'm a simple country lad and really quite shallow. I'm not deep, I'm not complicated and I have no dark shadows. I'm very light-hearted, full of the .. more..Writing
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