04-27-2017, 12:40 AM
The visitors
We couldn't calm down, even the dog
was feeding of my wife's tension.
The doorbell sounds and she's off like a boxer.
Please come in Mrs Antell, Mr Antell,
we're not married said Ms Antell without looking back
or breaking step.
Ms Antell had her hair scraped back into a pony tail
a crisp white blouse and a black pencil skirt, fat ankles
made her shoes look too small for her feet.
Mr, call me George, Antell without any eye contact
couldn't wait to disappear into his chair using the dog
as a welcome distraction.
I suppose you are wondering why we are here,
it's about your son.
My whole body locked down, an imperial guard
in full battle armor. Our son? I said looking at my wife,
as she folded her arms. Yes your son.
Now I know you haven't been in the area very long
but my Jamie has been playing lead guitar in the school band
for the last three years, but this year they have chosen your son
for the Christmas concert. Stephen! my wife snapped back,
our sons name is Stephen! the dog scurried out of the room.
Yes Stephen, exactly, George and I have discussed this
and we thought you would understand and ask, Stephen
to withdraw from the band as this concert is very important to Jamie
and to be honest everyone knows he's the better guitarist.
My wife jumped up, well, thank you for coming she said, removing a half drunk
cup of tea from Ms Antell's hand and placing it down
next to the untouched biscuits, George followed the dog through to the back
knowing it was time to leave and they were both frog marched out the door.
As is slammed my wife turned to me, can you believe the cheek of it?
I cant believe what I've just heard, who the hell does she think she is coming
into my home.....this went on for a good hour, I didn't help by laughing through
most of her distressed outbursts.
Stephen finally came home and into the lounge carrying is guitar,
Hello son how was band practice, OK? thanks for asking dad?
what's up with mum?
She's fine how are you getting on with Jamie?
Jamie Antell, how do you know him?
Never mind that, how are things working out between you two?
It's all good I think, he can't play to save his life and I've been
giving him lessons on the side, oh but don't tell his mum,
apparently she's a bit of a nightmare.
We couldn't calm down, even the dog
was feeding of my wife's tension.
The doorbell sounds and she's off like a boxer.
Please come in Mrs Antell, Mr Antell,
we're not married said Ms Antell without looking back
or breaking step.
Ms Antell had her hair scraped back into a pony tail
a crisp white blouse and a black pencil skirt, fat ankles
made her shoes look too small for her feet.
Mr, call me George, Antell without any eye contact
couldn't wait to disappear into his chair using the dog
as a welcome distraction.
I suppose you are wondering why we are here,
it's about your son.
My whole body locked down, an imperial guard
in full battle armor. Our son? I said looking at my wife,
as she folded her arms. Yes your son.
Now I know you haven't been in the area very long
but my Jamie has been playing lead guitar in the school band
for the last three years, but this year they have chosen your son
for the Christmas concert. Stephen! my wife snapped back,
our sons name is Stephen! the dog scurried out of the room.
Yes Stephen, exactly, George and I have discussed this
and we thought you would understand and ask, Stephen
to withdraw from the band as this concert is very important to Jamie
and to be honest everyone knows he's the better guitarist.
My wife jumped up, well, thank you for coming she said, removing a half drunk
cup of tea from Ms Antell's hand and placing it down
next to the untouched biscuits, George followed the dog through to the back
knowing it was time to leave and they were both frog marched out the door.
As is slammed my wife turned to me, can you believe the cheek of it?
I cant believe what I've just heard, who the hell does she think she is coming
into my home.....this went on for a good hour, I didn't help by laughing through
most of her distressed outbursts.
Stephen finally came home and into the lounge carrying is guitar,
Hello son how was band practice, OK? thanks for asking dad?
what's up with mum?
She's fine how are you getting on with Jamie?
Jamie Antell, how do you know him?
Never mind that, how are things working out between you two?
It's all good I think, he can't play to save his life and I've been
giving him lessons on the side, oh but don't tell his mum,
apparently she's a bit of a nightmare.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out