A BUNDLE OF TRUE LOVERS

A BUNDLE OF TRUE LOVERS

You always walked the high wire, without a safety net
you were both brave and foolish, yet now I’m cursed never to forget
that day you turned on a sixpence, that awful day you let me stray
then stole a pistol from your father’s study and blew your brains away

The day they buried your last remains, was one of glorious sunshine
so many of us came to see you off, most said, ‘she once was mine’
that’s when the unseemly fight broke out, a bundle of true lovers
each believing you loved him the best, overlooking all men are brothers

Oh but such shenanigans, spawned of your hungry carnal aptitude
you see no man could keep up the pace, certainly none within this multitude
of your mourning former inamoratos, oh, how we ended up so bruised
after all you were an independent girl, and not one to be abused or used
and although I’m only guessing, the saddest thought lingers inside my head
was the reason that you went and topped yourself, something that I said?

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38 thoughts on “A BUNDLE OF TRUE LOVERS

    1. My thank, Sir. I have to admit I don’t watch many…hardly any if the truth be told…films hence I know not Pandora and the Flying Dutchman. Regardless, I appreciate your comment. Regards, The Old Fool

    1. Cheers, Ms S. This one was written from the punch line, ‘was it something that I said?’ the typical words of a self-centred posh Englishman. I suspect he was/is the brother of Twattersly Fromage. I trust all is well with you and yours. Regards, The Old Fool

      1. Indeed it is good Mike. I hope you are the same. Or should i say the SANE. For indeed these days there is a concentrated effort to ensure otherwise….. Greetings to Twattersly.

  1. 🤔 she became bored quickly, and there is always that question when such things happen. The song was a great choice for this short.

    1. Many thanks. The male character a self-centred English idiot as were his chums. The poor gal could take no more. Englishmen have that effect more often than not. ‘Tis a lovely old song. Regards, The Old Fool

    1. You got it in one, young Resa. The last line, ‘was it something that I said?’ nought but a punch line of a typical posh English self-centred human male. I mean, the poor gal topped herself and all he could think of was his ego. Regards, TOF

  2. Humour and sadness meet here. The ending made me pause and sigh while the rest of the poem made me laugh out loud! Really good writing!

  3. Most wonderful explanation of the craziest love,my dear amazing poet Yasmin!!really you are unique.your all books are most attractive.I will try to read those.xxxxx🌷

    1. My thanks, although I generally go by the name ‘The Old Fool’. That said, I am greatful that you read and enjoyed. Many thanks. Regards, The Old Fool

    1. My thanks young Liz. Peggy Lee was a true gem. Long since I have held the opinion that women should rule this planet. Us males have hopelessly messed up being in charge ever since…in western terms, at least, in the illogical beginning of time…the Christian Eve copped the blame for tempting an Adam who got away with ‘being tempted’ scot-free. Women can multi-task, suffer pain, are generally more compassionate, clearer thinkers and a host of other things, far better that chaps can. I’d be pleased as Punch were it the case you gals got to run the show without a single bloke putting in his two wo penn’orth. There you have it, President Liz. Regards, The Old Fool

    1. Cheers, young Holly. I’m rather glad you commented. It has reminded me that I am still cursed with this Reader not showing all the posts of those, like you, I following and read. Prior to getting ill and taking a break from blogging my son had set up a system where the posts that don’t appear do actually appear in said Reader in their entirety albeit it cramped up in the damn Reader. All I had to do was hit the title of the post and that would open the actual post…bingo, a pain yet it worked. As of the moment it seems in my stupidity I’ve somehow deleted my sons work. Back to the drawing board for him when he’s next about! Regards, The Old Fool

    1. My thanks, Miriam. I don’t believe she married him for his money…that would never do. Lord only knows why I made him into a ghost…bad form, I say. Regards, The Old Fool

    1. Very kind of you young Joni Caggiano. By the way, although I ‘follow’ you, my Reader never delivers up your posts! I have other bloggers who also do not appear. Most irksome. I’ve not a blind clue how WP manage this. I find it impossible to remember all my missing ‘follows’ essentially for the reason of vast age and the curses that travel with it. I shall do my level best though. Regards, The Old Fool

      1. My pleasure. I have the same problem with many followers and friends on WordPress that also disappear from my reader which is where I do all my reading. Please don’t worry about it at all. You are a very talented poet and I enjoy reading your work. Sending hugs 🤗 Joni

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