For The Weekend

Woman In White

Wrapped completely in white
Delicate jewelled hands
Small feet in white high heels
Only bare heels exposed to the world
Jet eyes outlined in kohl
Berry coloured lips
Diamantes sprinkled over scarf
and flowing top like glitter
Tapered white slacks
Alluring

A beauty hold hands with her love
A hand gently placed on his broad back
They gaze out to sea
A camera is handed to a passerby
They stand side by side, apart
They do not touch
I watch
I know
I remember

Willow's Annual Ball.

Disappointment and heartache
Your annual gift to me
Just once
Just once I ask
to slip my hand around your
ever thickening waistline
and dance the night away



You know I love you dearly
Jean-Pierre Bacri of no ignominy
Poor Salvador Dali is pleading
He's stuck with such a bitch
I cannot refuse his invitation
Although it's a little brazen



Over my dead corpse
Jezebel
Flirts beware
I am Queen Bee
He stays with me




I'll venture out on my own
and dance the night away
or maybe stand in a corner like
little Jack Horner




Allo Allo
Who have we here
Drop dead gorgeous
So probably queer




And no he's not
Cupid hits the spot
I'm in love at a glance
Let's dance



Dance
Swirl
Bend
(my back)
high heels
(broken feet)
Who cares
Exquisite pain
blind from champagne
Will I go back for a nightcap?
Sure



Beautiful Hotel
Expensive Champagne
Slightly blotto
Slurred speech
Oops
A daisy

French Lesson 2

Il y a plus d'un ane a la foire qui s'appelle Martin.
There is more than one ass at the fair named Martin
Don't jump to conclusions!
Ne mettez pas tous vos oeufs dans le meme panier.



Je suis anglais.Ma femme prends un bain avec moi.J'ai peur.


Je suis francais.Ma femme porte un chapeau.Ma femme n'est pas un violon.

A Pink Martini For The Weekend

I suppose we've all had days like this
Days that make you want to smoke again
Drink Pink Martinis
Wear diamonds
Wear elbow length gloves
Wear masks
Kiss men
Slap men
Throw things
Dance with abandonment
But if you're not Rita Hayworth
What's the point?

Have You Met Ms Joan

Appearing wise,formal,expensively slipper'd
wearing round spectacles on the tip of her
nose,eyes peering out from arched eyebrows
and a cigarette holder in her mouth,it seemed
strange she should honour a questionable justice system
after all the instances of quarrels,oaths,side swipes
allegiance shifts, and treble damaged reputations
Standing at a call to arms like a soldier she would play
her part making numerous entrances and exits never shrinking
from world players,men or women, hosing her disdain for
belly bitching, childish mewling,whining, verbal puking or
woeful sighing

'Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble'

Unwillingly, she got up very early in the morning
moving at a snail's pace she tripped over a satchel
lying on the floor, cursed her lover, entered the kitchen
cursed her lover again for not putting away the lean shank
and capon torn to shreds, eaten by the dog.
" Are you an infant? This is not fair.It will take ages to
clean this mess."

'Out damned spot! out I say.'

As You Like It...Shakespeare.

Act 2. Scene 7
A 50 Word Wordle

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face,creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace,with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress'eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like a pard,
Jealous in honour,sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank;and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion
Sans teeth,sans eyes,sans taste,sans everything

WORDLE...50 words
all world women players men
entrances parts age infant exits
soldier mewling woeful eyebrow unwillingly
puking whining satchel morning snail
sighing lover lean slipper'd side
spectacles hose shrunk treble shank
childish nose oaths strange honour
quarrel bubble reputation mouth justice
fair capon eyes formal wise
round instances shifts belly arms