I was at the shops just a little bit ago and ran into a guy I only kinda know and owing the fact I only kinda know 'em, I was prompted to writing the following poem;
The horror of realising you've forgotten a name in a conversation proceeding apace the joy, then, of realising they've done the same the blank look of panic overtaking their face Thereafter a faux pas becomes a game when you're in position of Knowing Unknowing to see how long both sides can hide their own shame and keep nomenclative ignorance from showing






















