From the native girls I sought comfort
After having sailed the seven seas
Yet when I first cast my eyes on Matilda
Her beauty brought me to my knees
Of course that was so long ago now
The year 1925
But my time with the lovely Matilda
Was the only time that I felt alive
I courted, wined and dined her
From Saigon to old Mandalay
On horseback across the Silk Road
Returning to Famagusta Bay
From there we headed to Paris
By Orient Express that is plain
And a garret we shared overlooking
That river of romance, The Seine
While I took to writing and drinking
She made for herself a career
Singing the blues in Montmartre nightclubs
1925 what a year
My lifestyle was a downhill slalom
Not fulfilling my lovers needs
Matilda was out singing the blues all hours
In her trademark costume of just beads
That is when I became rather jealous
Of the gentlemen friends she acquired
With me in my cups most times
And as a writer no longer inspired
She left me of course for another
A diplomat from Washington DC
Together they crossed the Atlantic
Matilda was thus free of me
Over time the wound never healed
Although I still remained a man of deeds
So I traced the path that she had travelled
And strangled her with her own beads
I made haste for the Tropic of Cancer
Crossed the Arabian Sea
Carved out a new life in Chittagong
But of Matilda I was never free
But hey I’m not complaining
For the last sixty years I’ve been blessed
With a cast of much younger lovers
Prepared to shag an old man in a string vest!
23 thoughts on “HER TRADEMARK COSTUME OF JUST BEADS – A verse of lunacy!”
Love this one. One of your best.
Cheers – I used to do a lot of these with ‘sick’ endings. Must dig some of them up again as they were around the time I started blogging! Regardless I appreciate your comment very much.
You’re quite welcome!
Hilarious! Well done!
I wonder why wordpress just made me refollow you. It has been funky. 🙂
Cheers. Last time someone re-followed me they had a shotgun and made me marry the daughter!
Could I just say that she is exquisite like your writing…….. ensnarement of the senses……
Thanks for the comment. I’m a bit annoyed he murdered Matilda though!
Don’t be …. the characters sometimes do things that the authors cannot control….. We simply tell their stories…
True – in the zone; playing the ‘cad’ guess it had to be done!
well said…..Also sometimes we get to cuff them over their silly heads………. 😛
That’s what I do to poor old Carruthers on each and every outing!
me evening is newly lightened – a grand fine piece
Hahahahaa! I love it! Of course, you know I love the psychological thrillers, so I think the twist ending is superb!
Shall I have Deirdre ‘taken out’ by Carruthers or is that just wrong?
What? NOOOOOOOOO! She is a strong enough character to have her own adventures. (But that doesn’t mean he can’t try and think he got away with it, right?)
I’m still thinking long and hard about a ‘epic’ Carruthers post. Might get the next week – the idea for it is still not there but I’m working on it.
Keep thinking…It will happen. 🙂