March 6, 2013

 

 

Wearing a face-shadowing black fedora,

Percoughalees was wheeled in through

the airport doors, where he immediately

spotted Brubellgot stepping out of the

lift from the private staff stores

 

He was accompanied by Nodsincquento,

his co-pilot for the night flight,  

both just having arrived on duty, and

making Percoughalees smile with delight.

 

Being injured was to prove adventageous,          

as, after handing over his boarding pass,

Percoughalees was immediately prioritised,

only to find himself sat in First Class!

 

The upgrade was quite unexpected,

but he kept silent and went with the flow.

And oh, how his heartbeat raced, when he

saw Mendotta walk across the apron, below.

 

Having his foot in plaster had its uses,

he later, cunningly began to think,

as he snuggled down under his blanket, after

spying Mendotta, sensuously sipping her drink!

 

 

 

February 19, 2013

 

 

Percoughalees was awakened

by a tapping on the door, and

diving out of bed, skidded, on

a stray sock lying on the floor.

 

In pain, he screeched out loudly, as

his foot twisted, before hitting the wall,

whereupon the chambermaid entered,

then quickly made an emergency call.

 

‘Your ankle, it needs attention’,

she said, with a voice so charmed.

‘The medics will be here presently,

so please don’t be alarmed’.

 

Percoughalees was feeling furious,

more with himself, for oversleeping,

but he knew his foot was broken, and

today’s plans, he wouldn’t be keeping.

 

He felt sure Mendotta, after breakfast,

would have strolled through Central Park,

before checking out of her hotel, even

though her flight was not until after dark.

 

Percoughalees needed to be at the airport

before Mendotta took to the sky, to

be certain she was on board Brubellgot’s

flight, heading towards Uruguay.

 

‘Could this be divine intervention, for

thumping Unkonkey in St Mark’s Square’,

he thought, as he travelled downtown,

in such agony, he felt he might swear. 

 

 

 

February 17, 2013

 

 

The gigolo with the piccolo had all

the ladies dancing to his tune, but

the gigolo with the piccolo, preferred

the dude with the big bassoon.

 

 

 

 

 

Sunshades are the voyeurs mask,

concealing darting eyes, but there’s

excitement bubbling down below,

that no man can disguise.

 

 

 

 

When the O is on the left,

adrenaline runs through

the veins, but when the O is

on the right, negativity reigns.

 

 

 

February 11, 2013

 

 

Percoughalees discovered this

evening that his visit to Venice had

been re-inacted, as if in a dream, and

so decided the time was now ripe,

to investigate, in the extreme.

 

 

 

February 4, 2013

 

 

After their memorable meal downtown,

Brubellgot hailed a taxi, and smiling,

gave his hands a rub.

He was taking Mendotta to meet his

friend, Hermanalfroyd, who played the

bongo’s in a Manhatton club.

 

Mendotta, whilst excited, was now

beginning to feel sleepy, not having

had time to recover from the flight,

and again in the club, had the weirdest

feeling, that someone had been shadowing

her, throughout the night.

 

The atmosphere was electric, and after

a second wind, Mendotta settled to

enjoy the fabulous show.

But sitting close by wearing dark shades

and a pork pie hat, was a guy with a face

she seemed to know!

 

Percoughalees, now scared his cover might be

blown, decided he’d be pushing his luck,  

if in the night spot he was to stay.

So thinking tomorrow he’d have an easier

chance to be alone with Mendotta,  

he decided to call it a day.

 

He knew Brubellgot to be Mendotta’s brother,

and whilst he cared for her, posed no intimate

threat.

And feeling the same about Hermanalfroyd, (the

bongo beater from New York’s jazz set) decided

he might win Mendotta’s heart yet.

 

Percoughalees left the club and jumped into a

taxi, which took him back to a small hotel,

nicely cited near 42nd street.

Then sitting patiently by his bedroom window,

saw Mendotta go through swing doors of the

hotel opposite, making his evening complete.

 

  

 

January 20, 2013

 

 

Sitting by the Grand Canal, Mendotta ate a

leisurely breakfast, next to a dishy Dane,

then in a water taxi, left for the Marco Polo,

thinking how her life was becoming insane.

 

She then boarded the front of the plane,

which was soon to be New York bound.

Feeling relieved to be rid of Percoughalees,

who she assumed was still on the ground.

 

Her brother, Brubellgot, was the captain,

and she felt in very safe hands, having

travelled thousands of air miles with him,

to far off exotic lands.

 

Her thoughts turned to Admiral Unkonkey, as

the plane, from the runway, lifted into the sky.

Her life had been so free and uncomplicated.

Drat Percoughalees, that smarmy, small fry!

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s a blokey thing,

it’s what men do;

hunt in packs

and cause

hullabaloo.

 

January 15, 2013

 

Mendotta ordered Unkonkey a brandy,

then sat him down in a vacant chair,

in the hope he would regain composure,

before leaving the now, vibrant Square.

 

The return to his ship was imminent,

and Mendotta was going through hell,

as she couldn’t  help wondering if

Percoughalees, would be waiting at her hotel?

 

When she looked up to speak to Unkonkey,

she saw his right eye had started to swell,

and asked the waiter for an ice pack,

just as Unkonkey, off his chair, fell.

 

He hit the ground with a mighty thud,

knocking himself out cold. Mendotta was

never more pleased to see Percoughalees,

as towards them, he nonchalantly strolled.

 

He calmly placed Unkonkey in the recovery

position, then on his back to massage his heart.

Unkonkey responded almost immediately,

letting out an unexpected fart.

 

With Onkonkey safely on their trolley, the

water-ambulance men set off back to his ship.

Percoughalees, was now alone with Mendotta,

who angrily gave his ear a clip.

 

‘Your actions today were ridiculous’ said

Mendotta, with her hands on her hips.

‘You could have killed my darling Unkonkey.

‘Of your insanity, Percoughalees – get a grip’.

 

 

  

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