CHARLIE

Pete and me had this mate called Charlie
He lived in Manchester
And he was a rogue
Whenever we called on him 
He'd rub his hands and say
"What can I sell ya, boys?"

Once when we went 
He opened a large drawer and
It was full of gold and silver rings
All types and all sizes
He opened the drawer beneath that
And it was full of d****s and vibrators
I kid you not

Another time we went he said to Pete
" I've got some leather jeans'll fit you,"
So Pete tried them on and they fit
Sort of
This was in the days before stretch fabrics
And what Charlie didn't mention was
These were womens' jeans
So Pete looked at me and said
"What d'you think?"
I tried not to laugh but failed
"They look like leather jodhpurs!
You look like a Hell's Angel equestrian!"

So that was Charlie
The last I heard 
Bad people were looking for him
Apart from the police
I often wonder what happened to him

                                    By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Most of us know a "Charlie"; someone best not to know too well.
An excellent piece of work skillfully profiling the local small-time hoodlum.
Compelling read, Phil!

[Phil Roberts]

Thank you very much. There are many stories about Charlie that it's as well not to mention :)