Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Naughty Nicole

Here's another one of the young who entered and exited!

NAUGHTY NICOLE

Naughty Nicole, in swirling skirt, swept into the room,
Only to find Selma playing cat-and-mouse with a broom,
She deemed her Italian, rechristened the feline Pupulini,
So that she could rhyme with cannelloni and tortellini!

She proceeded to toss Pupulini in the cold winter air
With distracted disdain and a certain kind of flair,
All the cat-lovers were horrified with wide-eyed shock,
Rolled up their sleeves, prepared to knock off her block!

They wondered and analysed this weird juggling act,
Was she sane? She’s losing some, yes, that’s a fact,
Imagine the worst if she tossed her man in the air,
The poor soul would be up-ended to his eternal despair!

All in all, she was one energetic, vibrant, bubbly lass,
Who never failed to religiously attend Sunday Mass,
That’s what she told her mother with a heave and sighs,
What would life be if not for a few little white lies!

Comprehension dawning, the multitude wept copious tears,
She could do no more, say no more nor allay their fears
It was no lie, though, when she said she had to leave,
They saluted, cheered and in her wake, lay down to grieve.



            Antonio

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