T (no first name) Wignesan

The Ruba'Iyat Of Créteil Lake: Part Thirty-Three - Poem by T (no first name) Wignesan

Just then out of the arboured portals of the hotel emerged the wily woman
Clad head through bent back to toes in black silk bulging gown
She thread her way through free-flying curses to reach Darling Dears
There the Arabic she picked up through sucking Maghreb rivers overflown

Now stood her in secret stead to hoodwink jasmine band of Dears:
The Chief had to warn Robo-Cops not to succumb to their lures
For such sacrilege could in an instant flare Jihadi fires
So he bade Robo-Cops to keep to the rear with their gears

The Chief of Staff (CS) took things into own hands to set up SCCOO:
Supreme Crisis Council of Operations to lead succour
Moved relief Robo-Cop contingents on to the playing fields
Along the swimming pool and sealed off the hillock’s back door

Moved heavy artillery on Prefecture hump overlooking mosque
Authorized overlake Bastille Day practice flights at dusk:
Fighter planes’ red-white-blue smoke streaks drew gasps from assembled crowds
And gave the Franquist woman in chador chance to sneak in mosque

While some Faithful steeped in Maghreb prayers shook in fear inside
The wily woman murmured under burqa state of the mosque divide
The Chief (C) wanted her to approach the muezzin’s tower steps:
« Nothing doing! » she spoke into micro: « All sealed cordon-tied! »

© T. Wignesan – Paris,2014

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 15, 2014

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