Homonyms

Who knows, this may have happened to you as it did

 

to me, one evening  when I was sitting in a bar drinking straight 

from a green bottled Heineken when the guy in the stool to my 

left introduced himself and I think his name was Stu or 

 

Scott or George, one of those, and he asked 

 

to which I replied 

 

At which time Scott or Frank or John, 

 

one of those, ’cause I’m so bad with names,

sat up, lit up, and exclaimed how 

impressed he was with those who painted.  He continued on 

 

enthusiastically expressing his admiration for the abilities and 

 

talents of those who could paint and I am thinking how 

I’ve never seen anyone respond with such fire and vigor after revealing 

my occupation and what in the hell is wrong with this guy and 

 

why is he so animated over my occupation and just about the 

 

time I’m really considering the motives of 

or lack thereof 

or ulterior of; 

 

Frank or John or Carl, ’cause I can never remember names, 

 

stops his diatribe to look at me and ask a question 

of me to which after he asks 

 

I realize why all the excitement.