Here’s a bit of fun.
Seemingly in competition with “The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner”, this tongue-in-cheek spoof of “boy meets girl” was intended to mock a fellow young colleague in the corporate work environment during the 1970’s.
But I don’t think my efforts were appreciated ….
ODE TO GARDA AND GRAHAM
One sunny day at Mutualpark
Beside the glittering pool
Lazed Garda Holmes in scanty garb
A-trying to get cool
With knees exposed, and feet quite bare
She stirred the water sacred
And though she roused a thousand stares
She wasn’t all that naked
From amongst the crowd two lenses trained
Upon the maiden fair
They didn’t peep though they were aimed
But donned a glassy stare.
They stared and glared, and glared and stared
Until the damsel noticed
The unrelentless scanning eyes
Which seemed quite out of focus
Her leisure time having been quite spent
She gracefully arose
The eyes that seemed never to relent
Beheld a striking pose
The artist to whom the eyes belonged
As if he’d eaten lotus
Followed where the people thronged
So that nobody would notice
He shadowed her with stealthy pace
His disposition nervous
Until at last she reached a place
Called Unitholder’s Service
There upon a stool she perched
And glanced around in vain
When into the room a figured lurched
And stared at her again
Graham was the artist’s name
Though this he would not say
The nearness of his new found flame
Had put his thoughts in disarray
“Pray forgive the way I stared
Down by the pool” he stuttered
He garbled on a few more words
And all the rest was muttered
Your profile is most interesting
To a man of art, he lied
And that is why I stared at you
Down by the waterside
He ha-ed and hummed and hummed and ha-ed
‘Til finally it came
Your photograph I wish to take
And sign it with my name
Her consent she gave with hidden glee
Yet asked the man Kilgour
If he approved photography
Within the working hour
No! No! cried Graham
Who was taken quite aback
His plan was going down the drain
When nearly in the sack
To do this thing I must have time
And preferably at night
I could have spun another line
Though next time I just might
Where do you live you gorgeous thing?
I really wish I knew
Besides exposing negatives
I might expose you too!
Cautiously she told him
Whereabouts she lived
Now she often wonders
Why on earth she did
When off he sauntered from the room
Smothered by desire
He began to hatch a wicked plan
To quench his passionate fire
Mutualpark, Pinelands as it was back then
