“Alright! Alright!
Who am I? ”
You want to play?
Charades...eh?
Naked, you...
put on an imaginary
bowler hat
do a funny
Charlie Chaplin walk
wriggling an imaginary tache twirling an imaginary cane
going cross
eyed!
”Well, well...who am I? ”
“You, little tramp! ” I sneer.
“You really had me fooled there! ”
For a second I thought
you were a delicious naked woman
prancing ‘round like a prat in a hat in a flat.
But I realised
(just in time)
you were really him
...Charlie Chaplin.
“Ok! Ok!
Now...who am I? ”
I take her
in my arms
bend her over backwards
in a mad tango of passion
& kiss her
deeply & long! ”
“Well, well...who am I? ”
She doesn’t know.
She gives up.
“I’m Casanova! ” I cry.
The mirror
observes
without batting an eye
Casanova
making love to
Charlie Chaplin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem