Tuesday Happenings

Those ideas sketched in monochrome,
Now we paint them in colour.
Three lads so very far from home,
now jest at Cobbler Pete's cockney pallor.

A thimbleful of lemonade,
forever taints our palette,
Of half baked pies and cathedral escapades,
An angry troll on his bench, forever avid.

With the fervent cry of ball n pin,
the thrust of twenty dollars.
the wine stole away our game with vim,
with vigor it unclasped our collar.

To the click of our heels, away we lept,
to chase our much sought shelter.
In the nick of time, on a bus we were kept,
Against a storm, the G10 would welter.

A cup of tea in a vanilla cloud,
Cobbler Pete paused to reflect.
In a room, the darkness was temporarily allowed,
so was music, but never sobriety to prefect.

Mario and Luigi sat politely at the back,
A Chinese diner of oriental diction.
Amidst sumptuous dumplings, Cobbler Pete's eyes wise-cracked,
Truth will now forever be stranger than fiction.