Six men went golfing and then to a pub,
For a drink and a laugh and a plate of pub grub.
They grinned as they eyed up the neighbourhood talent,
They tried to look worldly and tried to look gallant.
Matthew and Mark met Izzie and Clare,
Who happened that day to be lunching there.
They had a nice afternoon, with nods, smiles and winks,
That’s as far as they got – and they bought all the drinks.
Simon and Spencer met Margie and Kath,
Out for the day and out for a laugh.
These four left the pub and walked down to the beach,
Where they found some large rocks within easy reach –
Went discreetly behind them, in high expectation,
And there the relationships reached consummation.
And afterwards, pledging to call within days,
They swapped fake mobile numbers
And all went their ways.
Two ladies conversed with Thomas and Stan,
Listening intently each one to her man.
Gleaming hair, lovely clothes and, as I made mention,
They gave the two boyos their utmost attention.
The lads gave their numbers, right ones, not wrong –
Two weddings resulted before very long.
With neat homes and consistent routine of each day
And joint accounts to manage their pay.
In the way of the world, the wives listened less,Added some fat and the hair glistened less.
Children arrived – great joys, it’s true,
But loud and demanding and costly too.
With mortgages, bills and a budgeting plan,
It’s responsible living for Simon and Stan.
Their treats nowadays are the specials at Lidl,
Now here’s the question, the eponymous riddle:
Does anyone know, or can anyone say
Which two men got lucky that day?
Frances O’Keeffe
