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“I had an odd encounter the other day, I bumped into that little nipper Craig”, said Arthur, “he’s the hermit from the sidewalk who hardly ever goes out, anyway, I invited him here for a beer and a bite and he agreed; well, he went to the bar, looked at the menu and asked if they served crab, and Baaamy Brenda said ‘yes, we serve everybody, find yourself a seat luv’!”
“Jack looks a bit lonely, sitting there on his own, cradling his beer” said Babs, “I wonder what’s up with him”, “didn’t you hear?” asked Ted, “Cheryl from the Chippie thought there was something fishy going on because every Friday night her hubby Harry said he was coming here for a drink, but she found out it was untrue and she asked Jack over there if he wouldn’t mind following him, and he agreed.
Well, Jack put on some sunglasses, turned up the collar of his coat and tilted forward his trilby hat so he wouldn’t look suspicious, then did as he was asked; they went down Upper Street, left into Right Lane then to his surprise they entered the road Jack lived in, he couldn’t wait to find out which neighbourly bird was has having a flutter with Harry … then Tony knocked on Jack’s door!”
“Oh, poor Jack”, said Babs, “Tony should have knocked on my door, I’ve been a bit lonely since my ole fella died, mind you, he’s probably keeping tabs on me from up there, I don’t want any awkwardness when it’s time for me to join him, we had enough quarrels when he was alive ‘n kickin’ ”; “I wish someone would knock on my door”, shouted Suzie from the next table, giving a group of young men a flirty glance!
Colin had been quiet since they talked about hermit Craig, but it was just a matter of time before he returned to form, “when the crab went to the gym, it pulled a mussel … it calls its home, Michelle …it won’t share anything, it’s too selfish … when the sea sees the beach it waves … the beach got wet when the sea weed…OY, that’s enough for tonight!” shouted Landlord Len.
The click-clacking stopped as one by one the ladies of the knitting circle packed away their needles and wool and admired their creations, especially Missy who showed off her mittens!
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting Six Sentence Stories. This week’s given word is Hermit.
A hilarious addition to your ongoing story Keith
Thanks, Sadje, I have great fun writing it!
You’re most welcome. I enjoyed reading it
I like how Jack was suspiciously disguised “so he wouldn’t look suspicious”. Also nice: “when the sea sees the beach it waves”
He thought it was a good idea, not sure myself! Thank, Frank.
Good thing they have Landlord Len to keep them all in line and the puns in good taste. And Tony probably knew whose door to knock on when he saw Jack suspiciously following him.
He’ll have no nonsense in his pub!
Good point, Christine, you may be right!
What would they do with their time if they had no Baaamy Inn?
I used to think that about the regulars at my village pub!
Hahaha! I bet you did!
‘The beach got wet when the sea weed!” Oh, LOL!!! hahaha…I have not heard that one! Great story Keith as always…it is a pun read.
Delighted to have ticlkled your punny bone, Suzette!
This is all starting to sound just a bit fishy to me!
Make no bones about it, on a scale of 1-10, I think you are flippering right!
Hahaha!!!
surely the Inn is a balm to those vexed by acquaintances fiddling around where they they don’t belong
I couldn’t put it better myself!
lucky for all the baamy is always open to all
You are welcome any time, Beth!
Another delightful visit with your friends, thank you!
I’m pleased you liked it, Mimi!
Always something going on, lotsof wit, at the Baaaly Inn!😆👍❤
Ugh! *Baaamy*
Sounds like you dropped in the Baaamy Inn and had a couple too many! Cheers, Liz!
If only! SKOL to you, Master Baaard! 🐏🐒
There’s no-fin better than Baaamy puns!
Fink you so much Misky!
Tee-hee (as ever) 👏👏👏
Thank you (once again) Chris!