Mr Dee's Misdeeds. Michael has always been a bit of a Jack the Lad, Over all the years I have never met Mike's like, Mike has never been content with what he had Until finally his wife had had enough of Mike. Time and again Mike had broken her trust, The times he'd told her of his deep remorse, That he would love her exclusively if she could just Wait for a month for the penicillin to run its course. Once more he'd returned home 'truly contrite,' She told him, as usual, this was his last chance, And, to his credit, he remained true- for a fortnight Before giving up his hard work and going freelance. He slunk home- to be handed divorce proceedings: As his neighbours we felt sorry for our flawed friend, Wife Patsy stonily remained immune to his pleadings, To Mike, our welcome and a sofa we sillily did extend. Hey, he needed a good couple with a cheap place to stay, He gave me a manly embrace, pecked my wife's cheek, Tearily told us ours was a debt he could never repay Then asked if we could let his rent slide till next week? So, next week came, and went, and then so did the next, We couldn't say 'the rent's late' if it's never been paid, But Mike was not our boarder, not in the usual context- Every night he's down the pub, in the ear of the barmaid. Then, in a moment ofdrunkennessweakness his wife called, Told us, in a sweetly Shiraz slurred voice, Mike was missed, I hawed 'he's unavailable' but his Patsy wouldn't be forestalled, When I admitted he was down at the pub, was she PISSED! 'Twas well after closing time when Mike returned His tie awry and a roguish smile lingering on his lips, Patsy's anger at his peccadillos left him unconcerned Now that the hot barmaid at the Inn was taking his tips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But when the barmaid came a'knocking on our door With an Antarctic look in her eye, face hotly aglow Mike was off out the window, oh, he knew he score, Leaving us to face the wrath only the knocked-up know. Now the sly dog hoped to fix all the vows he'd broken, So easily he abandoned the roof we'd put over his head, Now he honed up on sorry apologies, oh so glibly spoken, Once weaselly words easily drew a silly wife back to his bed. But all his heartfelt calls to his sweetheart were to no avail, Never before had Patsy not swallowed Mike's honeyed tones, This came as a blow to theballsego of the cocky Alpha male- And no quick one at the Inn, with the barmaid cursing his bones. Eventually Mike's family and few friends sought an intervention, A tally-up of all his comings and goings left even Mike surprised, That Patsy had forgiven so much was beyond comprehension Especially when she had first seen all his shortcomings realised. Oh, but this time there was no second chance for Gods gift, This last time Patsy's hard lesson had finally been taught, This time there could be no healing of the irreparable rift, So divorce proceedings and extra child support were sought. Now when poor Mike is up its to work six eighteen-hour days, Nights find him laid up in bed, desiring nothing but blessed rest, Now Mike simply can't make ends meet, and forget 'bout a raise, The only bulge in his pants is his wallet, and that's hard pressed.
'Lover boy- this is your wake-up call.' (On re-reading this a fair few of my young friends, back in the day, seemed to be fated (and fertile enough) to have started a family younger than they would have reasonably expected. I guess some were lucky, some were not, and one or two of us good Boy Scouts learned to come prepared?)
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