Flat (by Accident)

He gets up and he goes to the loo,
He's got change enough for a pint or two.
So he goes back and stands at the bar,
He paitently waits, as she pours him a jar.

He thanks her and returns to his seat,
He's arranging the beer mats to make them look neat.
Then he sparks up, sits watching the smoke,
As it fades like the laughter of yesterdays joke.

Flat by accident, not by design.

Gets brain ache counting bricks in the wall,
He knows there's four hundred and sixteen in all.
He'd tell her, but he hasn't the nerve,
He's another slow learner on another fast curve.

He be jiving to his own special beats,
He's got a second class view of the first class seats.
He's inside her, though she's way over there,
He gives a perfect example of a Paddington stare.