REG. THE LONELY GLOW WORM by Les Barker Reg was a lonely glow worm, All alone in the big city night; Lady glow worms didn't like him, Never really thought him too bright. She was just a red glow in the gutter, Alone, perhaps lonely like him; His heart simply melted like butter; Her light made all others seem dim. But tonight he would not be requited; Her warm love could never be Reg's For he was a lonely glow worm And she was a Benson and Hedges. He asked did she come here often, Asked if she fancied a drink; She might perhaps like a light ale; No reply; not a nod; not a wink. She was just a red glow in the gutter, Smouldering; sultry; aloof. Not one single word did she utter, And Reg never guessed at the truth. His heart was aflame with desire, But her fire was a pyre; it was Reg's; For he was a lonely glow worm And she was a Benson and Hedges. He desperately wanted to know her, There in the big city night; And there, like a moth to the flame, Reg was drawn to the light. She was just a red glow in the gutter, A beacon of love in the mist; She lay where some smoker had put her And Reg could no longer resist. He burned more than his fingers that evening; Now he carries a torch with scorched edges, For he was a lonely glow worm And she was a Benson and Hedges. He fell like a fool for a cigarette, For passion can have strange effects And his contact lenses were missing, And a tortoise had trod on his specs. She was just a red glow in the gutter, Unmoved by wit, wisdom or wealth, Sat a firefly on fire and a-flutter And seriously damaged his health. All she left was a small pile of charcoal; Remember those embers are Reg's, For he was a lonely glow worm And she was a Benson and Hedges. https://monologues.co.uk/Les_Barker/Reg_The_Glow_Worm.htm
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