My Mate Paul: a multi-voice poem (where the audience imagine the words not given)

 Hi. How are you?

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Only had the two

……………

Glad you could make it

……………

Dancing! We’re gonna boogie n’ shake it

You what?

What?

Yeh, the drink’s dear

What? Too loud in here

My mate Paul will be here soon

Then you just watch the “tarts” all swoon

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No. He’s got a “trouble and strife”,

Couldn’t call her, “a wife”

………………..

No. She’s lucky that Paul decided to stay

She’s a bitch, takes most of his pay

……………………………

She used to be hot, a bit of a looker

Now all she does is stand over her cooker

Whenever they fight, it’s always the same

She’s always the one that’s to blame

Paul can get any woman he chooses

But he looks after a woman that’s all covered in bruises

……………………..

He does! He’s a guy that really cares!

He never went out for a week after she fell down stairs

……………………

He would never hit her. Just the odd slap round the ear

She never complains. Never a tear

……………………………

No flowers. He would never buy her a rose,

Only present he ever gave her was, a bit of a dose.

To his kids, he is great

To his pals, he’s our mate

Here he comes, walking tall,

The man of the moment, my mate Paul!

………………………..

You what? That’ll leave a scar

This time you’ve gone too far.

Make her tell the Police she started a fight

But you sure have put a dampener on the night

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