Mates
Mates
Two right good mates
Meet up in a pub
They have a great time
And eat lots of grub.
They drink loads of beer
Then, needing a wee
They follow each other
It's normal, you see.
One says to the other
"This trough's a bit high."
"Mines longer," he said
"I'll give it a try."
Then he looks across
A girl's washing her hands
It's a sink, not a trough
Fast, he understands.
They've gone in the ladies
Instead of the gents
The lass does not laugh
Pays no compliments.
Both so embarrassed
The two stop mid-pee
Then zip up their trousers
And giggling, they flee.
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Cute. Didn’t see it coming. Thanks,
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http://www.enhancemywriting.com/compliment-vs-complement
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doh!😂
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what a great set up to an entertaining poem 🙂
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It is actually a true story! Glad you liked it.
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