Once in Rome in the Hotel Astoria, A young lady created euphoria, When she took off her bra In the men's only bar And found herself before the Propraetor
"Young lady, oh what have we here!" Demanded the judge in her ear, "It says in the evidence That you did it in self-defence Over the right to drink beer!!"
"That's true" said the lady in question "I would like to honourably mention, It’s a fact that in Italy It would seem a pity If one did not do as in Rome, not in Preston!
In her defence, she then said "I declare that I was misled It was for recreation And not procreation That the gentleman took me to bed"
"I merely stood on my steadfast laurels For the right to drink beer out of barrels And removing my bra Was much better by far Than dying of thirst for some morals"
Then the magistrate brought down his hammer And declared, with an unusual stammer, "The case is dismissed I think they were pissed From the clientele down to the Manager!"
@ PJW 2000
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this just because it came to me .. no particular reason! Poems just arrive in my head - always have done over the last some 50 years. I can go for months without writing anything and yet, in one evening, I can write 6 or 7. I rarely change a word I write .. weird, eh?
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