for Friday Fictioneers.
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Will the Warbler was entertaining the crowd.
Come fly with me, let’s fly…
Suddenly a gust of wind launched his sheet music into the sky.
Unperturbed he decided to sing an appropriate song.
Pack up all my cares and woes, here I go singing low, bye-bye blackbird…
A slick of bird-poo splattered his shoulder.
And-a now, the end is near and so I face…
His loudspeaker suddenly let out a deafening pop and died.
Pete the Pint stood in the doorway of the pub, a broad grin across his chubby red face.
“Don’t you come in here Will, the beer ‘ll probably run out!”
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Roger Bultot for the photo.
Click Froggie to see what others have made of it!
I’m glad it was just his speaker that died, with his luck! 🙂
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Who knows what would have happened if we had a few more words!
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Hahaha, made me think of my best friend. Everytime she says she “loves” something, it gets discontinued!
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Aww, poor thing!
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Gotta give him an A for effort as well as for going with the flow and adapting his lyrics as needed… I do, however, understand Pete…
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I heard him sing ‘I’m a survivor’ the other day!
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Haha! Perfect song!
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Keith that is a wonderful comedy skit. I could see it as you read it. So funny!
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Thank you Lisa, I hope my singing didn’t hurt your ears!
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Well…. just kidding. You’re welcome 🙂
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Definitely not a bloke you want in your boozer
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Especially on karaoke night!
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i guess it’s time for break now and have beer before it runs out. 🙂
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There’ll be a rush for the bar if he walks in!
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He should have switched to “It’s raining pennies from heaven…” Be worth a try, anyway. 😉 Well done.
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Good idea. If manna rains down, then why not cash?
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A very happening performance. 😂😂😂
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You reckon? Cheers Sadje!
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😂🤣😁
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Just not his day. Or is it permanently this way for him?
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Sadly, I suspect it is. He survives on sympathy!
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Dear Keith,
Oh poor Will. In his case there just wasn’t a way. 😉 You made me chuckle as always.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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He gave it his best! Delighted to have amused you, Rochelle.
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He’ll be fine – he’s had his three in quick succession!
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He will, and there’ll be three more just as soon as he un-pops his loudspeaker!
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Ah, yes. The eternal (infernal) optimist. You sing wonderfully, Keith. Well done writing and narrating. 🙂
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Thanks so much, and I’m delighted you appreciated my dulcet tones Bill
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Clever and funny! Win, win.
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That’s so kind of you, Trish!
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I have heard the nursey rhyme- “pop goes the weasel” 🙂
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*nursery
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Half a pound of tuppenny rice, half a pound of treacle!
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I was wonderin’ what was gonna pop next. Better the speaker than the … um … Speaker … 😉
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Will the Warbler and Pete the Pint! Love those names. Very funny story – and well narrated and sung too.
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sometimes everything goes wrong
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Poor Will, circumstances and friends conspire to make his life exciting.
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Basically me!
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Nice sketch, Keith. If he goes in the pub and the beer runs out, his name will change from being Will the Warbler to Will the Barred.
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