Another tale of unrequited love for TFE's poetry bus...
A stella performance
She was wearing a Stella McCartney,
I was drinking a Stella Artois.
It started out well,
Our minds seemed to gel,
She said she liked reggae,
I said I liked ska.
She was wearing a Stella McCartney,
I was drinking a Stella Artois.
I put on a stellar performance,
The Stella Artois flowed like wine.
We laughed and we joked,
Went outside and smoked,
She ran a long fingernail
Right down my spine.
It seemed that for once I’d get lucky,
As the Stella Artois flowed like wine.
But, alas, she did not find it humorous
When I vomited right down her bra.
To help make amends,
I ogled her friends,
And told her I thought that
She looked like me ma.
And I was drinking to Stella McCartney
But I was wearing a Stella Artois.
She was wearing a Stella McCartney,
I was drinking a Stella Artois.
It started out well,
Our minds seemed to gel,
She said she liked reggae,
I said I liked ska.
She was wearing a Stella McCartney,
I was drinking a Stella Artois.
I put on a stellar performance,
The Stella Artois flowed like wine.
We laughed and we joked,
Went outside and smoked,
She ran a long fingernail
Right down my spine.
It seemed that for once I’d get lucky,
As the Stella Artois flowed like wine.
But, alas, she did not find it humorous
When I vomited right down her bra.
To help make amends,
I ogled her friends,
And told her I thought that
She looked like me ma.
And I was drinking to Stella McCartney
But I was wearing a Stella Artois.
The bra made it into mine too!
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More bras!Many funny lines, nice one Peter but I warmed to these lines most of all
ReplyDelete'I was drinking a Stella Artois.
It started out well,
Our minds seemed to gel,
She said she liked reggae,
I said I liked ska.'
Nice one Peter!
Yes, bras everywhere, I'm afraid.Subsumed beneath an ocean of them...
ReplyDeleteI agree with TFE - and I liked the twist at the end, too!
ReplyDeleteThat reversal at the end is hilarious...
ReplyDeletewearing the Stella Artois - what a charmer!
This is hilarious! Do you know, I couldn't find a rhyme for Artois, so I had to change it a bit.
ReplyDeleteThis one is great fun.
brilliant ending. great rhyming too
ReplyDelete:-) sordid, yet satisfying.
ReplyDeleteStunning, and yet so familiar.
ReplyDeleteNo one else has managed to get "ska" into the rhyming yet!
Loved it, laughed, and the last six lines are brilliant.
Why is it I keep reading these 'Stella' poems in my head with an Eastenders accent? laughed out loud again.
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing
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Thanks everyone for the kind comments. At times I think I'm the only one who remembers ska!
ReplyDeleteThat's a great one, Peter! Love how it ends upended! and deservedly so.
ReplyDeletePeter, this was a cracker! I remember Ska. Loved the repetition/changing of the opening lines at the end of each verse too!
ReplyDeleteVomited right in her bra? Gah!
ReplyDeleteI had a friend who started a ska band in the 80s. They're still going I believe. Skaface is their name. She was a mouse of a girl in person, but put her on stage with a white face and some eyeliner and she could belt them out with the best of them!
I just knew you'd be wearing that drink by the end.
Kat
Peter
ReplyDeleteI am doing catch up -- behind on my work ---- never-the-less- while I am here decided to look at several of your poems/prose besides the magpie...The whole prose was just delightful -- loved the way it flowed from beginning to end-- the "Vomited right in her bra" very descriptive for sure, a very good contemporary cultural piece of writing--
Joanny