Monday, December 03, 2007

Click

The first time I ever lived with a love interest, we shared a flat that was above and to the rear of a Chinese takeaway. Entering the property on the ground floor at the back of the takeaway, we would then walk through a porch area, our kitchen and then do a u-turn left onto the foot of the stairs. At the top of the stairs, the bedrooms and sitting room were off a short corridor to the left, the bathroom and toilet were at the end of a short corridor directly ahead.

Looking back, I see a heady romance, tinged with noodles.

To a finger-clicking beat of 60 beats per minute, here’s an architecture-inspired songpoemthing from the archives (NB/ It is fictional... mostly):

At ease
Without any cares
I wandered
Slowly up the stairs
To
Behold
A sight ahead of me

My heart -
It missed a beat
As there
She did greet
Me
Whilst taking a pee

Her look on the throne
It gave me a bone
I didn’t know constipation could do this

As she gripped her thighs
I stepped forth with glazed eyes
Knelt down and gave her a kiss

It felt so right
Her cheeks glowed so bright
Must have been love
Or a stomach ache

Romance and bowel problems
For heaven’s sake
A good combination
They
Do not make

I’d
Fallen in love
With a girl sitting on the loo
I’d
Fallen in love
With a girl trying to poo
Number two.

(fade)

(forgive)

© 2007 Shane Wexford

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5 comments:

LB said...

I can't believe Keats or Wordsworth never thought to utililse the potential of rhyming "loo", "poo" and "number two".

Genius, man.

Shane said...

shrugs
It is but a small contribution to our art.

Zinnia Cyclamen said...

Too Much Information!!!!!

Shane said...

Z - Fiction, love, I said it were bloody fiction, didn't I?!
Mostly

PI said...

I didn't know you wrote horror stories:)