Liturgically Challenged Papists Vainly Seeking Pomp
Her velvet trousers, on the bed
Next to her jaunty gaucho hat,
Beside the hollow of her head
Lie ready
She wonders if, in Argentina,
She will tango in the pampas
To rhythms from a FordŽ Cortina
Unsteady
When Springdale Playhouse staged Evita
She espoused the left of stage
Where her beau had pledged to meet her
Impassive
That night, as she made moves for bed,
I took the jaunty gaucho hat
And tore it up, shred from shred,
Aggressive
She wonders if her beau, in passion
Would taverse the desert plain
In hope of finding next year's fashion
In Paris
Or navigate a waste of shame
In search of rugged gaucho pants
Whose lack might only feed the flame
Or harass
Dissembling, in a former life
Had led her spouse a merry dance
And sadly irked his other wife
Rebecca
For whom a busman's holiday
Led her then to Hitchcock
And from there, onwards to Man Ray
Two-decker
At which we conclude...
Her velvet trousers, on my wall
Looked down upon the cuckold-bed
To memorise the secret fall
Evita!
And as her ringlets fall away
She lays her head alongside mine
Unfinished, as the pundits say
It's neater
Contributors: | Roland, Will H, Beefy, F, Apsley, (trad), Copperjock, dok, Chevalier. |
Poem finished: | 1st July 2005 by Roland. |