From Seumas Gallacher, laugh-a-minute
…I s’pose enuff water has passed under the proverbial bridge since the following true account, that merely changing the names to protect the guilty will suffice to ward off a lawsuit for my telling of it… in an early passage in my banking career in the Far East, my immediate boss was a Frenchman… and one of a certain breed of person who wouldn’t listen to what he was being advised …on anything!… (not confined, this, to my Gaul-ish associates, by the way)…
…yeez all know people like this… no matter what indisputable evidence yeez place in front of them, they know different… they know better…they just… just… know!… the kind that tell yeez ‘when I want yer advice, I’ll give it to yeez’… well, the Peerless Pierre was down to make a business trip encompassing various parts of Scandinavia, principally in Norway and Sweden……
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Thoroughly enjoyable! And here’s a Corpoetry-style poem for this post:
The Franco-phone at SG’s bank
When SG was a banker
From his account, the fella was
An unmitigated w—–!
He evidently always knew
Everything and then some
Undoubtedly ‘twas more than most
And ‘most’ of course were dumb
And so he thought was his PA
Whom others knew was smart
So when he went on holiday
To Scandinavian parts
He told ‘er I can ‘andle this
I always ‘ave you know
But twixt his mangled Franglais
And his y’know I ‘ave to go
From ‘ere to there an’ blast‘n’blam
That Gallic Marco Polo
He landed up in Amsterdam
And ended going solo
He was awol for longer than
Orig’nally intended
They called him th’ Invis’ble Man
With laughter quite unbounded
A boardroom wag then made a guess
About Pierre the Peerless
And pondered loud for all to know
That Pierre our doubtful hero…
Couldn’t tell his Aarhus from his Oslo.
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superb. m’Lady :):)
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Thanks Seumas! I enjoyed writing the poem as much as reading your blog
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