Minding your own business,
Thinking nothing bad but good,
You could call to see a friend today,
Perhaps maybe you should?

Whistling as you tread down their path,
Ring the bell
Calling out gues who?
The door it slowly opens,
Your greeted,
"Oh it's you,"
"Oh it's you,"
"Oh it's you!"

Oh it's you,
A slight unease,
You could cut the air
With a knife severely blunt,
They may as well have said to you,
"Oh it's you, are you coming in you c"….

C..ontinuing to step right in
You're not feeling well received,
You're vexed, you read
A not yet sent text,
You apologise,
Politely turn and leave.

By now you're feeling useless,
Like an aimless amiable chap,
So you decide to call on family,
And visit sister Pat.

You reminisce on your last visit,
Of when you were last there,
You all met in her back garden,
You sat and broke her garden chair.

Ron's visit's getting closer,
His fingers flick the garden fence,
He remembers sincerely apologising,
For breaking her old and knackered bench.

She replied "really Ronald,
That is not the point,
You're quite big,
Should take more care,"
Oh it's me, oh I see,
Ron thought to himself,
But it was decrepit to be fair.

But that was a few weeks ago,
Ron's now at his sister's house,
He knocks, then turns,
Takes in fresh air,
Then from behind,
Seems most unkind,
"Oh it's you!"
Sadly announced.

"Oh it's you, yes it's me,
Oh it's you, yes I see",
I suppose you'd better come inside,
Mind, this mat's brand new" and....
"Oh it's you, oh it's you", again,
About to be chastised.

"Oh it's you, I thought it was Jackie",
Ron thought, nice to see you too",
Why does she look at me with such distain,
As though she's just trod in dog poo!

Ron thinks, I am her little brother,
Why is she such a snob?
Perhaps if I flew fighter jets,
Had a posh pilot high fly job?

Perhaps if I owned the company,
Of the business where I work,
If I was the owner in one's office,
She wouldn't treat me like a burk?

Ron thinks,

I really love Patricia,
I love her deep most dearly,
I have my very own pet name for her,
Not just Patricia,
But Posh P!

Now in Ron's head,
It's now done and said,
'Twere you and me?
We'd think it too,
All we'd here as doors draw near is....
Oh it's you,
Oh it's you,
Oh it's you!