Godot
A long wait.
I knew of course
they’d be waiting for me
in a bistro in Montmartre
talking of existentialism
and Jean-Paul Sartre.
Drinking, I bet,
pastis with anisette.
I asked myself, “Should I go?”
But the night was young
and I was in bed with Juliet,
a dancer from the Moulin Rouge.
She had told me to stay
and I guessed that we would
go all the way.
So I gladly obeyed
and do not regret that I stayed.
© Luigi Pagano 2019
© ionicus 2021
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Ha! This is a saucy read. Much enjoyed, Luigi.
Best, Gerald.
That long wait had to be explained, Gerald.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Regards, Luigi
See my response in the morning!
I’ll be waiting with bated breath, Gerald.
It’s there, Luigi.
I have seen it and commented accordingly, Gerald.
Cheers
Fabulous! You, you silver fox you! 😉
A different style from what I am used to from you but one you have done wonderfully well.
Congrats on the nib.
Alison x
Hi Alison. Nice to see you back. I thought to inject a bit of humour into the proceedings as there is so much doom and gloom in the world that we would have to cry if we didn’t laugh every now and then. I am surprised to see the nibs appearing; I wonder who the benefactor is.
Love, Luigi x
Ha ha, drinking in the Montmartre? Not only did you have more fun, you saved a fortune too
Much to like here, Luigi
Your comment is much appreciated and a boost to my morale, guajiros.
Cheers, Luigi
I thought about it, Trevor, but reflected that it was too far to go all the way to Montmartre and decided that a warm bed was a preferable alternative.
With all the doom and gloom surrounding us at the moment we need all the fun that we can get, methinks
Cheers, Luigi
Liked this very much. Unexpected rhythm and rhyme – and a pleasing energy to it. “I guessed that we would go all the way” is uncertain enough to want to know. And then we knew. Nicely done.
Every now and then these old poems resurface. It is nice to see that they haven’t become stale and still appreciated.
Thanks for your feedback, squiddlydee.
Best, Luigi