Carrington And Jane Poem by Al. McCartan

TO CARRINGTON AND JANE

Carrington Paul Parrington-Smythe
Has won himself, a lady's heart
Now he floats along Mulvaney Street
It was not for trying on his part.

The elevator broke that day
Between the fourth and seventh floor
High above Mulvaney Street,
And the city's best Department Store.

There were two passengers in that lift
Carrington and Jane, the lady fair
Who had come along Mulvaney Street
To buy some color for her hair.

Though it was stopped for half an hour
The pair spoke of many things
Traffic jams along Mulvaney Street
And how they both loved Fred and Bing.

Thirties movies, fashions, songs.
They made a date to meet that night
For dinner, somewhere along Mulvaney Street
Here's hoping things turn out all right.

©HQG 2003