Every once in awhile,
you hear a funny story,
and sometimes you wonder
if what is written there
is fiction or true.
Normally you will not question,
in case it embarrasses or offends.
Well I what I am about to tell you
is it a fib or is it true?
Some thirty-eight years ago,
I went to a funeral of a friend
and ended up with the widow
as a booby prize.
So if I told you that
is exactly how I met my wife,
would you believe me
or would you think I am having you on?
You would be wrong
to think I was having you on.
Because it was at her first husband’s funeral that we met.
It was a few weeks later
a bunch of his friend met, in a coffee bar.
Someone suggested
one of us should take the widow out,
and I drew the short straw
and I got the booby prize
all those years ago,
or was it a fine romance.
I will leave it up to you to decide.
2 July 2007
Sounds like the booby prize was your saving grace, you seem to be an extremely happy man now. I know I always give God the credit, but there are no coincedences and your relationship was meant to be a lifetime of happiness, which you are experienceing now. Thanks for sharing this wonderful piece David. --Melvina--
God for a second there you had me thinking you chatted her up at her husbands funeral mate, i know the old saying there is no time like the present... Looks like you won big my friend, hows does your lady feel about being the losers prize my friend...10 wonderful story from your, weird and strange life David...
In my minds eye, you drew the correct straw.....Your love all these years later attests to that...One just never knows now, do we? Yes indeed, you got the Fine Romance.~~~~~~~marci. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He sure works in mysterious ways........but I don't think you got the short end of the stick...it was handed to you.....and look how it turned out...what a wonderful story....There is never a dull moment with you David......: O)