A Room at the Top
Romance in a high-rise building.
She was a redhead with an unruly mop
who lived alone in a room at the top
of a skyscraper overlooking the park,
tall and ugly, and a prominent landmark.
He was renting a flat on the floor below
but how long he’d stay he didn’t know.
He had a strong desire to find true love
and he fantasised about the girl above.
He tried to charm her, as they met in the lift,
but unimpressed she gave him short shrift.
He was determined not to admit defeat;
a solution was needed, sensible and neat.
He wondered whether she would be averse
to read of his ardour in a romantic verse.
The lad wrote a poem and he gave his all;
not quite Shakespeare, more McGonagall.
She was understanding, full of compassion,
she married him and relished his passion.
© Luigi Pagano 2016
Ah yes… 15 kids and a caravan in Breen may well have been the happy ending.
Who knows what Fate has in store for all of us, Michael?
Maybe they had a council flat in Tower Hamlet or won the lottery and living in a mansion house with only two adorable children.
Always look on the bright side.