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The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - Saw Shaughnessy Last Week

Saw Shaughnessy Last Week

by

James Bredin



Saw Shaughnessy last week while I was waking in the snow,
Stopped to talk and it was almost like forty years ago,
Heís still as fat as he was then; my god what a spread,
According to those diet doctors he should have been dead.

"Healthy as a horse," he said "never been to a doctor."
Didnít care about weight, he said. "No weight watcher."
I figured he weighed three hundred pounds if he weighted an ounce,
Youíd never know to watch him though; he had a certain bounce.

We talked about the old days as though it was last week,
He remembered all the names in our famous old clique,
We spoke about Mack the Knife, Rob the Knob, and Fat Jack,
He remembered everything -- his mind was right on track.

He had a full head of hair and not one silver or gray,
His eyes were still shifty and he had no glasses to wear,
He smelled of whiskey or was it beer or grass or booze?
Had a stud in his ear and was sporting two tattoos.

What happened to him? Had he turned completely rotten?
How could he remember things I had forgotten?
"I have to watch myself," he said glancing down the street,
"Some jealous husband suspects that I have been indiscreet."

"Iím on my eight wife," he said with a lecherous grin,
"I should slow down though, I think. Maybe itís a sin."
"You remember Ronnie," he said, "he died last week.
"Though he had a proper diet and had a great physique."

Saw Shaughnessy last week while I was waking in the snow,
Stopped to talk and it was almost like forty years ago,
Heís still as fat as he was then; my god what a spread,
According to those diet doctors he should have been dead.

"Healthy as a horse," he said "never been to a doctor."
Didnít care about weight, he said. "No weight watcher."
I figured he weighed three hundred pounds if he weighted an ounce,
Youíd never know to watch him though; he had a certain bounce.

We talked about the old days as though it was last week,
He remembered all the names in our famous old clique,
We spoke about Mack the Knife, Rob the Knob, and Fat Jack,
He remembered everything -- his mind was right on track.

He had a full head of hair and not one silver or gray,
His eyes were still shifty and he had no glasses to wear,
He smelled of whiskey or was it beer or grass or booze?
Had a stud in his ear and was sporting two tattoos.

What happened to him? Had he turned completely rotten?
How could he remember things I had forgotten?
"I have to watch myself," he said glancing down the street,
"Some jealous husband suspects that I have been indiscreet."

"Iím on my eight wife," he said with a lecherous grin,
"I should slow down though, I think. Maybe itís a sin."
"You remember Ronnie," he said, "he died last week.
"Though he had a proper diet and had a great physique."


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