The Unwelcome Guest Poem by David Lewis Paget

He went ashore with the duty crew
The moment they got their leave,
And headed home for his two by two
And his waiting Genevieve,
He wore his official navy rig
With the medals on his chest,
Had taken pains that his suit was clean
And his blue jean collar pressed.

He followed the crazy paving that
Led up to his cottage door,
Could only see a glimmer of light
A smidgen of light, no more,
A heavy footfall came to the door
And flung it out wide, apace,
While he stood grim, and staring at him
A man with a stranger's face.

Then Genevieve came breathlessly out
Went breathlessly up to him,
I want you to meet a cousin of mine,
He's staying with us, meet Jim.
The sailor took a step in the door
And shouldered the man away,
‘I see, ' he said, ‘not seen him before,
I'll see if your Jim can stay.'

They settled down in the kitchen, sat
Across the table and glared,
While Genevieve had served up a meal
A meal that had been prepared,
‘So who's your cousin related to,
Your mother's side, or your Da's? '
She stopped for a moment then to think
‘It must have been Grandpa's.'

But he'd grinned over the table then
At Genevieve, this Jim,
And that was the moment the sailor knew
That he'd been suckered in.
‘I don't think this is your cousin, dear,
But there, I think you knew,
And hit the stranger fair in the face
With a plate of boiling stew.

I think that he scarred the guy for life
For his skin came off in strips,
While Genevieve took a paper towel
And tried to save his lips,
‘Take your mate to the Rose and Crown
And buy him a cooling beer, '
The sailor said, as he cuffed her head
‘For you'll not be staying here.'

28 August 2016