January 10, 2013

 

 

He could remember being one of nine

going to the Uni Ball, in his clapped out

Ford Anglia car, long before seat belts

were ever installed.

 

He then acquired an old Citroen Diane,

with a big yellow daisy on the side.

It felt as grand as any posh sedan.

He cut a dash and was filled with pride.

 

When he progressed to a red Zephyr six,

with the towns elite he began to mix,

but with worn ratchets underneath the seat,

away from the pedals, always shot his feet.

 

 

 

January 7, 2013

 

 

Percoughalees travelled on the

vaporetto and couldn’t believe his eyes,

when he spotted dearest Mendotta,

not far from the Bridge of Sighs.

 

He alighted and rushed after Mendotta,

who was already in St Marks Square.

She had met up with Admiral Unkonkey,

who was stroking her silken hair.

 

Without planning or hesitation,

Percoughalees became blinded with rage,

and ran up behind Unkonkey, and hit him

with all the power he could engage.

 

Mendotta let out a scream, and told

Percoughalees to ‘get out of her sight’.

Unkonkey stood to his feet, his face now

a ghastly shade of white.

 

Mendotta threw her arms around him,

which filled Unkonkey with delight, but

she also had mixed feelings, as she

watched Percoughalees fade into the night.

 

 

January 4, 2013

 

 

I know who I would

if I did

but I don’t.

I know who would too

but no chance

so they won’t.

I know it’s a shame

such a waste

argh, but still.

Though it’s out of the question

maybe someday I will!

 

 

January 2, 2013

 

 

Pitiful Percoughalees decided

to cool things down, and give

Mendotta some space.

His reason being, that Mendotta

might miss him, and he’d then

be back in the race.

 

He also needed time to upstage

Unkonkey – an arrogant Admiral

indeed – who Percoughalees thought

behind his uniform, was probably a

beach bum on speed!

 

 

 

 

There was an undercurrent

that needed raising, before

the Sultana went out of her

mind.

All the dried fruit stored in the

cupboard, had disappeared

along with the sugar, which

of course, was refined.

She could hardly berate the

kind servants, as she knew the

Sultan with his sweet tooth,

would prove to be the culprit,

though he’d swear blind he

was telling the truth.

 

 

 

December 31, 2012

 

 

Percoughalees had a rival,

he was an Admiral of the Fleet,

who Mendotta met in MacQuarie Street,

when she collapsed in the Sydney heat.

 

Admiral Unkonkey came to her rescue,

scooping her up in his powerful arms.

And when Mendotta opened her eyes,

she fell for his Manley charms.

 

 

December 28, 2012

 

 

So much bottle,

so much front,

so much self bravado.

 

So much hard centre,

so much thick skin,

so like an avocado.

 

 

 

December 24, 2012

 

 

 

Mendotta bumped into Percoughalees,

as she emerged from the Boulangerie.

‘What are you doing in Paris?’ asked Mendotta.

‘From you, Percoughalees, I’ll never be free!’

 

‘Oh dearest Mendotta, what a surprise!

Let me assist you with your baps’

‘I’m quite capable, thank you Percoughalees’,

said Mendotta, sensing  yet another of his traps’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We kind of lost it in the end.

She’d think of walnuts she had to pickle.

We’d little in common, if truth be known.

They were right to say she was fickle.

 

 

December 21, 2012

 

 

Percoughalees said to Mendotta

‘Tis the season to be happy and bright’.

‘Stop right there’ said Mendotta to

Percoughalees, as she rushed off

into the night.

 

Not to miss this seasonal opportunity,

Percoughalees was hot on her heals,

But Mendotta left Percoughalees standing,

and roared off, in her hot set of wheels.

 

 

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