The Woman I Didn't Know

Elizabeth Paddington Warrington Ware

I met on a path today,

I knew by the wind that was blowing her hair

She’d not have a lot to say.

I said my hello and she turned then to go

And she stuck her nose up in the air,

Like she didn’t know me, or sought then to throw me

Which I didn’t think very fair.

I said, ‘Aren’t you talking?’ but she just kept walking

So I turned around and caught up.

I caught at her sleeve in a moment of peeve

And in doing, spilt tea from my cup,

She snapped ‘Understand me, young man, and unhand me

You’re showing that you have no couth!’

I thought she was blind or was being unkind

I’m a pensioner, far from a youth.

‘Don’t say you don’t know me, you’re trying to snow me,

Remember, we once had a fling,’

I had her engaged, but she flew in a rage

And said, ‘I don’t recall such a thing!

You’re merely a stranger, I feel I’m in danger,

I’m calling for help in a thrice,’

‘How could you forget me, with all that you let me

Back then, don’t you think it was nice?’

‘I’m Ellen Pengellen O’Fogarty Fair,’

She exclaimed, and I said, ‘then you’re not…

Elizabeth Paddington Warrington Ware,

I’m so sorry, I must have forgot.’

I thought, ‘I’m in trouble, she must have a double,’

Then thought of the tat on her bot,

‘Do you have a sailor?’ She blushed, I had nailed her,

For Fair she was certainly not!

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Holy sausage - what a mouthful of a moniker our Liz has - not so much a double barrel name as a gatling gun name lol.
Haha - this is great fun David. You know that guys have termed tattoos for women as 'tramp stamps' now - which is bloody uncalled for (and probably out of jealousy).
Great craic DLP
xD