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… Battler Pete….

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… Battler Pete….

 

Old Pete that was his name been called it for a while,

You could tell he was getting on in years by the cracks in his smile,

Worldly wise this much travelled man,

Been to Australia, Europe, the Americas even Japan,

He could tell you many a tale about his foreign tours,

Drinking in wild bars, sleeping with whores,

Man of the world he would say, no doubting that,

Still some sordid tales to escape from under the hat,

I was in the Philippines, wow those minxes are hot,

They visit places you know where others dare not,

You could have four girls at once for less than five quid.

The thing is knowing Pete he probably did,

His hell raising days well they had left their mark,

This once strapping man, his bite was worse than his bark,

Battle scared face from fights, with the locals,

After many a drinking session Pete would become vocal,

What you looking at, he would say with a scowl,

Followed by some language that can only be described as foul,

It usually ended without a punch being thrown,

Pete’s reputation was quite widely known,

Still some punk would fancy his chances,

With this volatile man, exchanging ugly glances,

Many a kid tried he would say, but never been beat,

Knocked them all clean off their feet,

Staring into his ever decreasing glass,

I will have one more, I will make it my last,

Heard that one so many times before,

Which usually meant at least another four,

He stood up from his stool to order his drink,

The barman was washing glasses over by the sink,

Pete glared at the Barman, who thought he was in trouble

Put me another in here please, better make it a double,

Unusual that for Pete he rarely said please,

Use to think it meant being on bended knees,

Stick it on my tab said Pete with a grin,

As he knocked back in one this glass of gin,

This tab of Pete’s, it ceased to exists,

It was just Pete taking the p-ss,

He pulled out a fiver, keep the change lad,

Sometimes Old Pete weren’t always bad,

He turned to me and said shall I have one more,

Then clasped his chest before falling to the floor,

Get an Ambulance someone said,

Too late for Pete, he was already dead,

Later confirmed a massive Heart Attack,

That finally put Pete flat on his back,

At least it was quick, his untimely end,

For this battle scared mate I use to call friend.

 

Johnsbucket

Edited by johnsbucket

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