Perjury Poem by Valsa George
Perjury
Youth, having deserted them long ago
They had little to look for in life
Than making the remaining days joyful
So the octogenarians- Tom and Sam
Together formed an intimate league
Every day, they would, without fail
Meet at the country park in the evenings
A ritual, they had religiously followed
And enjoyed more than anything else
There they would sit … chatting for hours
Sometimes feeding the pigeons that landed in flocks
Or watching the children’s mirthful play
Or feasting on the beauty of the setting sun
One day Tom didn’t show up as before
Sam conjectured, he was unwell
As days passed with no news of him
Sam felt anxious and lonelier than before
But having no means to contact him
And not knowing where he lived
He suppressed his commotion inside
As time moved on its grinding wheel,
Sam slowly grew reconciled to the fact
That he had lost a bosom friend
Whom he would never again see
But one day as a bolt from the blue
Tom made his appearance at the park
So excited Sam was on seeing his friend
He asked what had happened to him
Tom replied calmly- “I had been in jail”
“Jail – What in the world for”? ?
Sam couldn’t hide his shock n’ wonder
“Well”- Tom asked “Don’t you remember
That cute little waitress at the coffee shop
Where sometimes together we would go”?
Rummaging his memory, Sam dug out her face.
“Once having grown a little amorous
I had flirted with her for a little while
But she filed a rape charge against me!
At eighty nine, I felt so proud
That when I got into the court
I pleaded guilty, and that damn judge
Gave me 30 days of imprisonment…. for…… PERJURY”!
Ha ha ha..........Just 30 days. for 89 years old man it was proud moment but I suppose for cute young waitress it would be an embarrassing step. I liked it. And you could have easily made one limerick on this as well.
A fabulous poem from a fabulous poet! End is amazing. May Valsa keep writing, is my humble wish!
Well penned hilarious poem on the old timers prowess claim to fame. Thank you Valsa for making me laugh out loud.10+
Ha ha ha! ! valsa this is crazy.. I would love to meet either Tom or Sam.. perhaps could prove the waitress wrong... I'm laughing all the way...Love it.. I read your note. you made me curious about Edwards and Daniels poems. Will read them.....
Besides giving me hope yu have also made my day brigter. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.-10
Am looking for that waitress so I too can be a little manly in my senility! (10)
This is really good....... Rajendran ji! ! But have you reached senility........? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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i'm sure there are plenty of other things said about Valsa which she HASN’T heard. some of them may even be 'good' things. are Daniel and Bri holding hands? only Valsa and he and i know! not that there is anything wrong with THAT! ok, i was thinking of looking for a poem from valsa to read this week. might as well be this one. OK, both witty and humorous indeed! ! yes, it is true, I DID laugh at the ending. yes, I truly did. oh, not an excessively long nor loud laugh, but a laugh in fact. so which was i? Tom or Sam? statutory rape I would plead guilty to, but not the OTHER kind! I’d get a good lawyer for that one. isn’t your husband a lawyer? ? ? ? ? nice comments, from Kavya especially. a very fine, and ultimately funny tale. where is that coffee shop located? ? ? and here is a poem I’ve been slow to type and submit, but I have to do it now. Has someone been reading my mind ……………… from across the seas? ! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - FLIRT ALERT Sexually-suggestive speaking to a “skirt” …… can lead others to berate you as a flirt …., at least if you’re a guy who’s already “taken”. From flirtations, such a flirt should awaken! Cast off the temptation to tempt arousal …… when the target of your aims is a skirt-“non-spousal”. That is ……..a woman or girl who’s NOT your wife. To do otherwise may put at jeopardy your life …., or at least your home life …………..with YOUR mate. Stop flirting NOW! It’s still NOT too late! ! I know of what I’m speaking, as I now do write. Flirting did cast on my marriage a bit of blight. But now all seems to be settled down at home, as long as I remain settled down ….. and I no longer ‘roam’. ============================================================ and if rape, with a bit of humour/humor thrown in with it, is something you might be interested in (reading about) , you may read my LONG: The Rape(S) That Didn'T Go As Planned......[very Long; Lust; Humor; Drama] reviewed 11/21/2012 Valsa, your poem, of course, goes to MyPoemList. bri :)
To Bri We now know, it is as you roam Far away from home That you have a tendency to flirt With someone in a skirt However you don’t intend to keep it a secret Even if others brand you as a pervert (Sure it needs guts!)