A Pickle Poem by John Sensele

Water lashed Jamie's face
As Diana flew away without a trace
Leaving Jamie perplexed
How she'd hexed

Emily who adored him deeply
Heart, body and soul madly.
He slammed her door shut
But resisted the urge to call her slut.

An SMS landed on his BlackBerry
A week later. 'Can you ferry
Your trinkets from my flat
Alongside your cat.'

'By the way,
Stay away
From me as I reconsider
Your proposal and ponder

'You're joking, Diana
No more banana
Jamie hung up
He broke his tea cup.

Jamie rammed his BlackBerry on the floor
As memories of the blow
She rubbed on his reputation
Flooded his meditation.

Diana shoved him aside
In full view of his maid
Who confronted Diana
On whom she landed a banana

That caused Alice to wince
And her glass of apple juice
Grazed Hazel
Under a drizzle.

Why Diana played the angel
When elderly fingers fondled her navel
Although Diana stroked the fingers
That flashed green six figures

To pay her rent
Buy wigs and prevent
Her return to streets
Where she sent strumpet tweets.

'I don't wanna see you any more
Keep to yourself your score,
Jamie
Do you hear me?

'Diana, suit yourself
I'm no longer on your shelf.
Good riddance of bad rubbish
You're so selfish. '

'Yes, I'll see you tonight.
Keep warm and tight,
Emily
I'll bring along Billy.'