THE HOKEY COKEY # 1

 

I just realised that I haven't done

The Hokey Cokey for ten years, about.

I guess that when you get older,

You just forget what it's all about.

A MUSCIAN WANTED A HOLIDAY BY THE SEA

 

A musician wanted a holiday by the sea

Under blue skies with an ocean breeze

And as she was a pianist she knew exactly

Where she wanted to go, the Florida Keys

THERE’S A GREAT VOLUME I’M READING

There’s a great volume I’m reading

About Japanese Sword-Fighting,

It’s quite a detailed manuscript

Would you like me to samuraise it? 

THERE IS A NEW UNIT OF MEASUREMENT

There is a new unit of measurement

And I promise it’s not flimflam

For calculating the weight of a hipster

The base unit is an Instagram 

SHE WAS SITTING AT THE DINING TABLE

 

She was sitting at the dining table

And I was suspiciously watching

As she had a pen and graph paper

So, she was plotting something

THE SNAKES NEXT DOOR

 

A young snake had been playing in the neighbour’s

Garden, but returned home in floods of tears

The Mother asked “What on earth is the matter?

Tell me what happened to reduce you to tears”

“They won't let me hiss in their pit, they said I

Wasn’t good enough because I’m small and thin”

Mum said “Don't let them upset you Darling,

I knew them when they didn't have a pit to hiss in”

Uncanny Tales – (31) Woman in Black

 

I saw her standing on the terrace, in the sun, looking out into the distance, so I walked up behind her and lightly stroked the back of her arm.

“Are you ok honey?” I asked

“No not really” she replied, and the tears welled up in her eyes as she turned towards me, so I took her in my arms, and she dissolved completely into tears.

“It’s ok honey” I whispered, “let it all go”

And as she sobbed uncontrollably into my chest, I kissed the top of her head.

I held her close and stroked her back until she lifted her head and said

“I’m getting you shirt wet” 

“I don’t care” I replied and she broke down again which was when, to my eternal shame, I became aroused, I would like to say in my defense that I was holding in my arms a very beautiful woman, and a woman I had not only lusted after for more than five years but had been in love with for four of those years.

What I can’t offer any excuse for was what I was thinking as she sobbed her heart out and I consoled her with my empty words, I was trying to imagine what she was wearing under her mourning clothes and my arousal was reaching epic proportions as I considered all the various options and I was so close to tipping my barrow. 

I don’t know what would have happened had her mother not come along when she did.

Her mum took her back inside to grieve more privately but I remained on the terrace for a few minutes due to an inability to walk.

The inability wasn’t aided in any way by the fact that I still continued to think long and hard about the infinite possibilities of what she might be wearing beneath her widow’s weeds.