She come tearing down the highway
Looking for a friend, pedal to the metal
God knows how this’ll end. There'd
Been a mystery phone call, a woman
Badly wronged, now here the injured
Party, spittin’ feathers, knives and
'Have you been messin' with my man'?
'Have you had him to bed'? 'Don't try to lie
It's on the wire, it's on the internet'. And
So it was for all to read across the world
Wide web, advice was rife, herewith a
Slice, 'You should’ve married Fred'.
But that's no consultation when you love
A man to bits, you gave him all the love
You have and cashed in all your chips.
Where had the story come from? Who
Was it on the phone? And why, her friend
Asked earnestly, 'Would I wreck another's
‘Well, that’s as maybe’ cried her friend, ‘you
Callin’ me a liar’? ‘I know the signs, you
Can’t deny that where there’s smoke there’s
Fire’. ‘That’s a jealous mind you’ve got my
Dear and one you need to calm, and as for
Messin’ with your man, you couldn’t be
‘I don’t know all the details but I know who
Made the call, Jim’s sister rang from
Memphis ‘bout a party in the fall’. ‘His
Sister passed the phone the Mike, who
Passed the phone to Pat, a cousin from
Ohio who said she’d ring him back’.
‘A mix-up over nothin’, a teacup storm at
Best, you’ve got your knickers in a twist,
No one’s had Jim to bed’. ‘A phone call
Partly overheard, by gossip’s chewin' fat,
An’ here you are suggestin’ I’ve gone
Behind your back’. ‘Why look at me in
Anger?' 'Why get yourself wound up?'
Why look for trouble where there's none,
What kinda friend is that?
Home’s where I belong now I’ll leave your
Pot to stew, in time you’ll see that I was
Right, it was nothin’ but fake news. You
Can call me when you calm down, best leave
It for a while, I’ll see you when I see you,
Down the store or round the Mall.
© Joseph G Dawson
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