She was so proud to have 'bagged' him -
he'd toured the world on Dad's business;
he'd 'squired'
(that's the word we use -
who wants to hang around the hotel's staff door all and every night?)
every It girl, every starlet, every girl of the moment;
and the Valentine cards with foreign stamps
just added to her catch;
the press cameras loved him,
with that extra button on his open neck shirt
undone, under his suit,
even when he was with Her.
But he'd chosen her.
For ever.
In sickness or in obscurity,
in notoriety or in overweight.
He for his part was so proud to have 'bagged 'her.
Her string of exes was impeccable -
her loyal girlfriends saw to that,
sharing their lists, and quietly informing
the PRs of suitable Hollywood superstars
weekending in London for their premieres
that mutual publicity might be 'leaked'
- like a hole punched in a bucket.
Their wedding was a private one
since they loved each other just so much
more than themselves.
Stella, and Fleshtape, did the bridesmaids
proud, and pert; amazing food;
a happening designer; an edgy band.
One ex is a sad sight at such a bash;
ten-plus exes for each of the pair - that's sparky.
To tell the world their love,
they each sold the story of their romance of a lifetime
and by setting the mags against each other
got a doubled fee -
his was in one, hers in the other.
In fact, such was their love
they even discussed having one PR instead of two.
Their payments for their stories were a few months late,
(their accountants insisted they went down as 'expenses') :
but by the time they put them through
their separate bank accounts
we had noted that their well-paid break-up stories
didn't quite match.
or so we wish?
Hi Michael...this is beautifully written, my friend. Well composed. You are a very good story teller...excellent. Lare Austin
I know who! (Tom Cruise and What's Her Name!) This poem was just so much fun, Michael. Thanks! Raynette
hmmm, i get that this is sorta storylike, but i had 2 read it through a couple of times, i like the other one better :)
Oh how well I understand. SShhh keep this a secret. During the height of my acting and Television/Film career I married 5 times. each lasted 2 years. AND we remained friends with all the ex'es. So I love this one as well. You draw me back to read your work constsntly. Bear Hugs Jan
Funnily enough, Michael, that's what they both said to me when I interviewed them...separately. After all, one has one's moral worth to maintain...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reads like a short story. I enjoyed reading it, Michael, but was sad that it had to end.