BEASTLY TALES - THE WELSHMAN
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Richard Hersel
BEASTLY TALES
THE WELSHMAN
Gryth Jones was in a Welsh pub,
With his best friend, eating some grub,
When his friend noticed his black eye,
And quickly turned to enquire as to why,
“Well, boyo,” said Gryth, “It was like this, see”,
“So very painful, certainly no bliss, see”.
And so he related the sequence of events,
That had led to a situation so tense.
“Last Sunday I was in church as I usually am, see”,
“I sat facing the front, my mouth like a clam, see,”
“The piano began to play the hymn refrain”,
“And from singing, of course, the Welsh never abstain”.
“I sat in a pew behind sister Gwynyth, see,
“The hymn was about how one shouldn’t sinneth, see”.
“And I was lustily singing”,
“When a thought to my mind was springing”.
“I didn’t want to be crude or rude”,
“But cloth was caught between her buttocks extrude”.
“Uncomfortable it looked, so I reached to pull it out”,
“When she turned around with a startled shout”.
“She angrily poked me right in the eye”.
“So startled was I, I failed to notice the service going by”.
The very next Sunday at the church in the lane,
Gryth sat behind sister Gywnyth again.
They stood up for the first hymn now to sing.
Not knowing what trouble the next moments would bring.
And Gryth noticed her buttocks with the skirt now tight.
He thought to himself, “Well, yes, all right”.
He stood up and was lustily singing,
When a thought, again to his mind was springing.
If sister Gwynyth had anger fulfilled,
When skirt cloth from between buttocks was pulled.
It must undoubtedly mean she liked it that way.
So Gryth thought he would now save the day.
By reaching down, to poke the cloth in!
Sister Gwynyth then emitted a loud din.
And turned around to see Gryth’s grin.
She adroitly moved her arm in a spin,
And poked Gryth’s eye in a most painful way.
Gryth was flabbergasted, didn’t know what to say.
The very next day, in the Welsh pub,
Another black eye was clearly apparent from the drub,
Given by angry Gwynyth, startled as she turned around,
To give Gryth a poke that did certainly astound.
His mate quietly questioned as to why,
Gryth had received this second black eye.
That such a thing should again be so.
Gryth’s explanation was painfully slow.
“I thought I was doing the best thing, you see”
“Trying to please Gwynyth gives pleasure to me”,
“Or, at least, I used to think it did”,
“But she acts in return like she’s not the “full quid”.
“And so ladies apparel I just will not touch”,
“In the future, even if it looks very much”,
“As though an adjustment may really improve”,
“The drape of the fabric, be it loose or smooth!”
This time it's your humor gone beyond, I find the story very surreal but with a very effective content. Poor women who give punches to timid men!
Preventive violence...Greetings from Italy @beastlybanter!
Another nice poetry i read today. Many men can relate to this poetry in one time or another. To be safe stay away or don't touch ladies apparel. Still lauhing here. Good post @beastlybanter.
Well I don't understand that this is a true story ? Or just a poem ? Well whatever its interesting and lilbit emotional, thanks for the beautiful article.
Hi, this is just a fictional poem meant for entertainment.
For Gryth, the fear of ladies apparel is the beginning of wisdom.
Once beaten, twice shy.
What a humorous post,nice one
Thanks.
I think now he have learnt his lesson
"So ladies apparel I just will not touch,the drape of the fabric, be it loose or smooth" for Gryth Jones, experience they say is the best teacher.. hahaha.
You killed it @ beastlybanter
Glad you liked it.
Thank you for sharing. Another great tale !
You are the master of the poems on the platform of steemit, the truth is I love you I love your poems, every day you surprise me more,
your imagination and innovation do not have
You are always consistent with your powerful and emotional poetry you shared on here, I always find it interesting most especially the poetic devices that you always adopted like the rhymes scheme , it always have a meaningful sound and coherent.
I totally agree with you on the consistency thing. This is good content.
Thank you.
very funny poems.maybe by pulling her skirt will love it.and he can be very angry.interesting posts from you who are good at making everyone laugh.happy to be friends with you, thank you. if master (beastybanter) has time to visit my blog.
Poor Gryth. This is so so funny. First he pulled it out from where he felt they were stuck. Next he pokes it in as he thought she likes 'em to be. He had better sit far away as possible from that lady.