The moon was full and bright and the summer
air, warm and still when the poet picked up his lute and sang this song of boundless love to the flaxen haired, fair maiden by his side;
Oh Marion, art thou
like a pretty twin of June?
Oh Marion, art thou
like a mirror for the moon?
Oh Marion, art thou
an echo of the Siren’s song?
Oh, Marion art thou
the true likeness of perfection?
No, Marion; none of these describes you true
for, Marion, no beauty can compare to you.
Then, sweetly smiling, his love did gaze admiringly into his eyes and, picking up his lute in her soft, gentle hands did bring it crashing down upon his foppish head.
“Who is this Marion?”, she asked, scowling horribly, “My name is Katy”.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | March 20, 2011 - 15:35
Hi well-wisher,
Brilliant I love this piece, I thought it started
off as such a great love poem, but never saw the
ending coming, it made me smile, yes very funny.
Jenny.
well-wisher | March 20, 2011 - 19:28
Thankyou very much, Jenny.
I thought a simple "Roses are red, violets are blue" type poem would be over too quickly and I didn't want the reader to reach the punchline/twist too quickly. I wanted to slow them down because, otherwise, its a very short story.
I'm really glad that you enjoyed both the poem and the story.
Seeker | March 22, 2011 - 15:33
Hi well-wisher,
Nice piece. A warning to us all: wax lyrical if you will but for god's sake get the name right! I hope there was a hospital close by.
Seeker.
well-wisher | March 23, 2011 - 04:39
Thanks, seeker. I'm glad you liked it. Thankfully,
there was an A&E department nearby that specialized in musical instrument related injuries.