The Luck of The Irish

THE LUCK OF THE IRISH Sitting down in the irish pub, with my best friend and we're laughing and talking, A man sits down with a tablet and his pen. We keep drinking beers, compliments of him I want to say thanks, but I don't want to interrupt his writing. So we keep drinking up and the beers flow like water. And if I didn't know better, I'd think he was listening. To what we were saying and writing it down. We laugh and talk, till we're peeing our pants, as sometimes happens, amongst old friends. Finally we get too stupified, and we need to go home. So I tap him on the shoulder "thanks for the beer" I said. "We are curious to know, just what it is you are you writing? Are you a private investigator, investigating bored housewives?" "I'm writing a sketch for tonight's show, and you've just given me, an unending source of material." "What show are you doing?" "At the comedy shack" he said. "Here's 2 complimentary tickets, Just come on back." But we didn't go. No, we drove straight home. If we were going to become the butt of all jokes, we really would rather not know. WordPlaya, Dec 2008