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Friday, March 22, 2019

#Poetry: The Tale of My Charming Solicitor Instructor

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#Poetry: The Tale of My Charming Solicitor Instructor
(Poem by ViennaCC)

It began on a lonely Tuesday night:
I was the most smelly pub landlord around,
He was the most charming solicitor.

He was my instructor,
My charming instructor,
My solicitor.

We used to leap so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to laugh together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one night, one lonely night,
We decided to laugh too much.
Together we teased a tramp.
It was hairy, so hairy.

From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so poor.

And then it happened:
Oh no! Oh no!

He fed a sheep.
Alas, a sheep!
My instructor fed a sheep.
It was ugly, so ugly.

The next day I thought my jaw had broken,
I thought my hands had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, he is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that night,
That lonely Tuesday night.

My hands... ouch!
When I think of that charming solicitor,
That charming solicitor and me.

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