Friday, March 10, 2017
She was green, bloody green, unbelievable really, well not really, but I am not green.
Mind you she had just emerged from the water, like the lady of the lake, Vivian, mind you it was the sea.
She was covered in the stuff , it clinged to her like a baby orangutan, but green if you had not guessed it by now! I could not take my eyes off her, and not because I am a letch, which I really am, but because she was green and also now I could see tinges of brown, yes brown! Also
under all that gunk of green with brown tinges she looked, well be still my thumping green with brown tinges heart, gorgeous!
She was hot and I was not feeling that cool either. I had to talk to her, even at my ever advancing age I still felt I was quite the ladies man. Perhaps this is why I am single. Good job I was not wearing any budgie smugglers as that would have put her right off. I did not want to scare her before I could work my charm..
Excuse me but I do not usually talk to green people with a tinge of brown, but do you need any help. You seem to be covered in the stuff. Like seaweed and gunge do you? Are you collecting it for the garden, or to eat? Maybe for soup. I particularly like it in soup. We could always call the descendants of Jacques Cousteau. I could even put it in a bag for you to take home! Oh by the way pleased to meet you, my name is Tom, you know like the old Dragnet theme Tom to tom, tom te tom tom te tom tom te tom tom.
I think I stunned her into silence with my stupidity and she just nodded her compliance. I started to remove it in a gentlemanly way from her arrowed limbs, keeping the letch in me at bay. She had a lithe torso and as we spoke, she smiled as she became less green with brown tinges. Constance was her name, old English I think. Her form belied her years as she was only just a few years younger than me. Must be good for the skin I said swimming in all that goo green goo with brown tinges.
We spent the whole day together in conversation, of course after she had changed into her skivvies.
It was at the end of dinner over coffee that I remarked that she looked remarkably like my first wife!
You could see her face drop in disappointment and you could her jaw thud the floor. She hesitantly inquired with a look of trepidation just how many times I had been married.
'Married, married…Oh I have never been married my darling! '
Topic(s) of this poem: colour,destiny,fate,green,heart,hope,humorous,love and dreams,woman