Does anyone know the title or author of this poem? I've read it before I think as it sounds so familiar but it's bugging me and I can't seem to pull it off of Google. Some help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks x
sharei cant find it on google either! but if you type in the line about fish supper, you get some really funny fish sites!
share
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the poem sounds like somethin Bukowski would write... but if it were Bukowski, it'd be pretty easy to find.
Are you 100% sure its a poem? and you've not just imagined it?
maybe ive imagined it but it just sounds so damn familiar that its stuck in my head - if its not that itself then there is def something that sounds similar to it...
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I just assumed it was meant to be Peter making it up as he went along...
You know you're a David fan when you appear in a Blackpool fanfic...
These are the things that we won’t do
"We won’t be together for so long that we forget how we got together in the first place and it doesn’t matter to us or to anybody else.
We won’t go to bed in the afternoon on the strength of a smile across a room.
We won’t exchange our life stories and feel pangs of jealousy when we talk about old lovers.
We won’t get enough memories of our own to see us through the bad times.
We won’t read something in the paper and want to ring each other up just to talk about it.
We won’t ever go dancing and embarrass everybody but ourselves.
We won’t ever argue, we won’t ever make up.
We won’t ever get to know each other so well that we take each other for granted.
And we won’t ever share a fish supper."
That's EXACTLY what he says if that helps anybody.
Thanks for that :D
I'm sure I read that poem or at least some form of it in the YOU! magazine that comes with the Mail on Sunday (England obv!!) when that woman used to have a column where she would choose her favourite or a poignant poem for the week....
The chicken is still in Picadilly Square
I thought it was things they would do together (except the fish supper, of course)
shareIt is and that's why it's used but something keeps bugging me - that I've heard it before and that it's an actual poem. It's mainly that bit about "go to bed of an afternoon on the strength of a smile across the room" that seems most familiar..grr it's just really bugging me!! :(
The chicken is still in Picadilly Square