iDury

iDury

my bedroom is plastered with poster
eyes’ of my dream charm lovers who watch me
nightly undress and have witnessed me
from but a silly slip
of a girl-bud about to blossom into womanhood
papa does not approve says my head is
always stuck in their books
so just imagine my surprise
when he presented to me
two seats for dury lane theatre
to see an evening performance of my
favourite boy band of poets
(how i squealed with delight and pure
ecstasy when he placed those tickets
into the palm of my hand)
 

on that night a night i shall
never forget
with my dearest fanny as my companion
we took our seats in a thick
cloud of female anticipation
the support act
chippendales had turned a leg and decorated
their chest for it served as a distraction from all our
mischievous imaginings of lord byron ripping
at our night shifts
fanny was practically exhausted however
oh my sweetest keates
to just taste thou lips and when
he was waxing lyrical over nightingales
i swear he was but staring into my eyes
it was then when shelley took centre stage
i lost my breath
a dizziness
i fainted
 

a stagehand had revived me and he in
himself was rather fit
i sent a runner home to mama and pa
to inform them i would be late
two stagehands fanny and myself then headed
for the ministry of sound
that night a night i shall
never ever forget was so full of ecstasy
and smiling faces