BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY"S

NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY


It is my intention to incorporate the prompts from 'Carry On Tuesday' 'Sunday Scribblings' and 'Three Word Wednesday ' in this ongoing poem (ballad ) as well.

The above photo is from "Breakfast At Tiffany's " and the poem is loosely based on
on the story of the film.

PROMPTS
Carry On Tuesday:"No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide eyed fears."
Sunday Scribblings: progress
3WW: plausible, taint, willingly


NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY
It was not easy for a country lass
listening to all this crap
She longed and sighed to be at home
watching tv or taking a nap
But hang on,she was at home
and who were all these people?
The guy with the eye patch
Blondie with the bow tie
Wild horses racing in the steeple
Who are you?
Who are you?
And what's the story
behind the blue tattoo
Surely you're not
a you know who?

And what is that burning smell?
Truman's cuban cigars perhaps
the ones he's always trying to sell
Oh, I've set fire to Ralston's mother
she really can be such a bother
decked out in diamante brooch'd asps
Tiresome Miserable Old Bat
Turning up to all the parties
in her oversized inflammable hat

And as the flames aflickered
Truman started to laugh
Already three sheets to the wind
I was hoping he would let it pass
But no, in rigoletto ribald roar
he belted out the song
" No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide eyed fears"
Silly drunken bugger had
reduced everyone to tears

The neighbours started complaining
They said there was too much noise
I invited them down to the party
which I thought showed a certain poise



Mr Yoko Yoohoo from Tokyo
was clearly not amused
He thought the invitation
was just a derisive ruse
Boho chicks were not his bag
he did not like them at all
and when they worked for him in summer
he'd fire them all before fall
Business deals and auto mags
were his idea of progress
And as for female companionship
he preferred the Mikimoto hostess
He was highly unoriginal
copied ideas and presented them as his own
but everyone came to expect that
from an uncreative and illiterate drone

The police were called
They were appalled
at the lack of illegal drugs
The champagne flowed
but that was all
they went home empty handed
not even a persian rug

This party girl life
was filled with strife
It might be easier
becoming a wife
The social butterfly tag
had lost its appeal
terribly boring
reduced to snoring
Zzzzzzzzzzz
Alas no zeal

But where to find my other half
someone sharp and interesting
someone who could make me laugh
without diurnal bickering
Lots of money would be good
inherited not earned
We could enjoy la dolce vita
holidaying in Swiss Berne
I would call my first son Peter
after my favourite cat
With any luck he will be sweeta
than the standard spoilt rich brat

It was indeed a plausible dream
in a tafetta gown of pure silken seams
A frothy meringue shimmering wedding dress
with a veil that trailed in confetti mess
For an' off white' affair without taint
she would willingly be patient and wait
And Wait



THREE DAYS LATER
But in reality how long could she wait?
It was at least three days
since she'd been on a date
She went to the doctors for a renewed prescription of pills
He said " two hundred dollars will cover this bill"

She picked up her stiletto and clamped it to his ear
Middle school teachers are not the only ones to fear

'Remember Columbine and the teacher involvement
numbers since then have soared for private enrolment
My expensive children fortunately attend the right schools
to ensure they aren't killed and segregated from fools
We all know these people,such horrible creatures
cruel, incompetent and euphemistically called teachers
Money is important, paramount in my life
and besides I run a very upmarket wife'

She then removed her heel without much ado
and quietly shed tears for her smashed broken shoe
'I want to get married to someone filthy rich
I'm not too fussy, he doesn't have to be a dish'

'You can marry my brother he likes a good sort
He's as rich as Croesus and is mad about sport'
He's also titled which is always a good thing
if you want to produce some cute billy lids'

So she met his brother and very soon found out
he was extremely stingy and known for' fooling about'
He dumped her when he found out about Truman's cigars
and bored her rigid playing his spanish guitar

Relieved it was over she contacted her neighbour
the good looking writer who was to become her saviour
He had an older mistress who paid all his bills
but Holly's advantage was that she was not over the hill
They rented an apartment in chic Brooklyn heights
singing
Moon River all day and all night




THE END


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Party Chit Chat

3WW evade wedge buckle

He was being very evasive
slouching cool with a drink
glancing furtively at himself
in the mirror
running his fingers through his
thick mane
practising moves
driving a wedge between us
I didn't like the cut of his jib
But the message on his belt buckle
seemed appropriate

A NEW YEAR'S MESSAGE

Red Shoe Artist...Susan Yammouni's words struck a chord with me so I thought I would share her manifesto with you.


RED SHOE ARTIST

THE MEANING OF MY LIFE
If you want to be like everybody else,read a paragraph out of a book and recite.Have no independent thoughts.Question and accept all situations as they come to you. Don't make noise.Be more concerned about the shape of your nose rather than the enfashioning of your character. Gather around your material possessions instead of gathering knowledge. Don't be yourself around people, you may scare them off. We all know how important it is that everybody likes us.

Pffttt....

Celebrate and embrace your uniqueness.

Red Shoe Artist
Susan Yammouni 2010

Only One Night From Old to New

Three days went so quickly
Sandwiches, slices of Christmas cake and juice
for the long journey back to the big smoke
My heart sinks to see them driving down the gravel track
wrenching open the railing gate
and driving away

They always leave something behind
They must want to return
And with this type of hospitality
Who would blame them
It was all so lovely
Nice having a group at breakfast
But in reality
Three days are enough

I have become very happy
in solitude a deux
The idea of a New Year's Eve party
has no appeal
Thankfully we always have the bush
as an excuse
After all
It's only one night from Old to New

Carry On Tuesday

Female Eunuch ? ( I think Not )

Methinks the female
has bronze balls
Manifesto
Marx and Engels

Small fry quavered
in their boots
when she entered the pub
regal disdainful cool
Long haired guys
tres not so intelligent( in retrospect )
swarmed about her
like bees to the honeypot
She swatted them
when they became boring

There was talk of sisterhood
a new and puzzling concept
All this is a haze now
except for the unkindness
brittle bitchiness
remembered
rampant

Enough
to make a fledgeling hide
under the starched petticoats
of Doris Day
Not a happy time
The only kindness and help ever demonstrated
came from the men in the group
Nothing has changed

Sunday Scribblings

Surrogate

Stony River

"Mother is not going to be pleased when she discovers that you have swapped our baby sister for this!"

The lamentable decline of the Eccentric

3WW..object educate silence

Sex like love, my father thought, had been greatly overestimated by the poets.
He would often pause at tea time ,his biscuit half way to his mouth,to announce,
'I have never had mistresses with thighs like white marble.'
while my mother without making any objection, cut more bread and butter or spooned out home-made marrow jam in silence.

'The roses and raptures of vices are damned uncomfortable as you'll certainly find out. You have to get into such ridiculous positions.'
This was the extent of the sex education I received from my father and rather bewildering for an eleven year old boy but not more so than the greeting he often used when I was very young
'Is execution done on Cawdor?'
a question which at the age of six,I was at a loss to answer.

Paraphrased and based on "Clinging to the Wreckage" John Mortimer

For Unto Us A Child Is Born

Wishing all visitors to this blog

A Merry Christmas

Wonderful
Counsellor
The Mighty God
The Everlasting Father
The Prince of Peace

" The Messiah "

A tiny local church
choir sings
valiant effort for
such a lofty work
touching
quavering scratchy voices
earnest sincere
in many ways more moving
because of the struggle
than polished expertise

old gent offers us 2 chairs
sweet
A tear rolls down my cheek at
"For unto us a child is born"
the old Parson seems pleased
anyone has turned up at all

INTERVAL

"I've got to get some money from you "
"Oh, a donation... Certainly!"
Hand him ten
"No, thirty dollars "
Jaws drop to the floor
" These things aren't free you know"
and I think of the Jewish child
lying in rags in a manger
and I weep again

Wordle

Big Tent Poetry Wordle
'These words are like challenges thrown out into the darkness in the hope they will start a tournament,or like clay pigeons shot up into the sky for anyone to pot at.'
John Mortmer


swift...yes
squeezed...yes
disloyal...no
roped and immersed in the engine basement...yes
a slightly hoarse performance...yes
toppled...yes
"Is execution done on Cawdor?"...yes
banished...yes
vanish...yes
my lady hunsdon's
PUFFE
GONE

December

Summer
blue sky today
after grey and drizzle
Off on the boat to Hawks Nest
Blustery Nor'easter
Choppy but fun
Sailing
Sailing
Over the ocean blue
Sea air clears away
the cobwebs
the oil slick murk
and to you two little jewels
who floated to the surface
it was worth wading through
the cess pit to find you
now part of my very small
but priceless collection.

Dear Santa

" How to skin Rivoli's Humming Birds to violin sonatas and save the turkey for later"

Dear Santa
Please send a copy of the DVD
"Psycho Acapulco and the Horror Hags"
a group that revels in toxic poetry, whose tour de force is the recitation of Amon Goeth's

'How to skin Rivoli's Humming Birds to violin sonatas and save the turkey for later"

to my friend Fleabert who is shedding her skin at the moment and needs something to sink her teeth into.

For the Kiddies

3WW lean dabble utter

It was the last job for the night
The house had a bit of a lean on it
Could pose a problem
He levered himself up the drain pipe on to the roof
To think a few years ago he was agile and
could accomplish this like a cat burgular
Arthritic and puffing he squeezed himself down the chimney
and halfway became stuck
This is no time to dabble in diy construction
Only one way out
Shed all the heavy clothing
It worked
Sliding down and landing with a thud
in warm embers, bare skin lacerated from rough bricks
To his utter dismay
There sat three eastern exotic gentlemen
looking blankly into the fireplace
eyes fixed to his corpulent largesse
"Who the hell are you ?" he said
They burst into chorus
"We three Kings from Orient are""
Bugger off, you're in the wrong story!"

For all those who would love a Summer Xmas...Seasons Greetings

Beach Holiday

A winding road of buttercups
Red Xmas bush aglow dotted
Everywhere

Blue sky streaked with cloud
A pale cream ribbon of sand
softly outlines the mountain range

A school of dolphins swims
close to the shore
What better companions to dive with
in the cool calm water
colour of Tahiti turquoise

Few people,just locals and young travellers
with that exclusive ambience
of a Friday wedding

Mince pies
Xmas cake
Blue swimmer crab
Coloured beach umbrellas
Daiquiris

Zinc coated faces
Fish and chips
A new wet suit
And it's not
even Xmas yet
Wondrous

Waving

Prompt
"Not Waving but drowning"...Stevie Smith
COT

She swam out past the breakers
Looked back at the sea of bobbing heads
Every part of her being tingled
This was her domain
The ocean
Vast deep and free
She looks up and sees him
Smiling from the cliff top
She waves
Two lifesavers zip out
One drags her into the surf boat
His strong muscular embrace - reassuring
Too embarrassed, she has never admitted
She was just waving not drowning

Stuffed

3WW ..nightfall judge safety

The rainbow lorikeets
jump like hiccups
on to my feet
What has that judge been putting
in those bread crumbs?
They will soon head off
to the safety of the trees
before nightfall
stuffed with bread
like little fat chooks
returning hungover tomorrow
for another feed

Christmas Truce

' It came upon a midnight clear '
the choir sang their hearts out
The shoppers smiled their woes unwind
in snow flake moment of white out
But in this lovely sepia light
there lurked a tone deaf spoiler
out of her depth, not hearing the tune
she committed the act of a soiler

Smash and wreck she mowed them down
the singers all lay dying
And all of a sudden
she stood quite still
howled and started crying
She realized she had made a gaffe
and did not have a clue
Amy and Emily etiquette hacks
would thoroughly disapprove
One must not kill at Xmas time
and this would never do

Desperate to sort this unsightly mess
with the appearance of being normal
She pinned a little Xmas card
to each lapel,seasons greetings - formal
" I'm sorry if I have offended you
I did not want you dead.
It was far more fun torturing you
Merry Xmas, enough now said."

For The Weekend

You never know what can happen at a shopping mall at this time of year!

Wasted Effort

demise effort revival

It seems that you are intent
on my demise conducting a campaign
hoping that I will disappear
A very low rent event indeed
befitting someone of your ilk
A wasted effort I think
as I sit here at dusk
in Paradise listening to bird chorus
and the soft lapping of the waves on
to the shore
Is it possible that your murky shadow will
not follow me here?
That there will be no revival of your
deranged and psychotic outbursts?
Probably not.

Quest for the Holy Grail

Who finds intellectual fulfillment
in the acquisition of a new kitchen?
A stunted pugilist I suppose
who dons a china doll mask
with a smiling money box mouth
to drop pennies in

A captious charity case
who claims to be a Christian
( and Jesus wept )
whilst clubbing the fragile to a pulp
for sport
with the word "MOTHER"
stamped on her forehead

to fool the crowd
into believing she's
just a laughing house frau

Flood Rain

I know that sound of flood rain
A sforzando symphonic tutti
emptying the contents of the universe
on to a tin roof
then - silence
Pitter patter go the raindrops
is not a follow up
The marmalade boys have packed their bags
Time to go

Montezuma's Revenge

Montezuma's psycho cuckoo
Stalks me
Trawls
Through all my poems
Desperate for information
Inspiration
Anything
Up to 145 hits per week
A little excessive
even for Psycholita
who mistakes plate throwing
for passion
Emulation
for creativity
Endless thank yous
for good manners
"ENOUGH,already"
Get over me
Find yourself
Another' Magnificent Obsession '.

For The Weekend