Mr OPULENT V MARY ANNABELLA
©Trev Teasdel Coventry Nov 68
Mary Annabelle wears a face she does not own
And her teeth are in a jar on the table in her home
She walks the dog around the street
Hoping she might meet – Mr Perfect and his family called ‘Elite’
All mod cons are incorporated in the kitchen that she admires
And in the living room are several two-bar fires
An oriental tapestry conceals some tattered walls
And photographs of Fred Astair and Englebert are suspended in the halls.
She contemplates her Mr Opulent, a car manufacturer’s Director
Who used to be married to Mary Annabella
A Betterware salesman knocks upon the wooden door
And nervously departed when she phoned for the law.
Mr O’s in the boozer playing his life away at poker
Everybody knows that he’s a proverbial loser
Mary she invites all her would-be-courting-knights
To a round table meeting full of feasting and eating.
(Drink up your merry wine, if you drive you’ll get a fine)
Bridge
It makes one wonder who are the primates of the earth
Money, cars or humans, funny but there you are!
Gazing in the window of a cosmetic shop
What will she do if she becomes a flop
Mr O’s unprolific life, is supported by an unwanted skeleton of strife.
His adulterous misdoings led to legal suings
Now he’s looking for the promised land with a vapid compass in his hand.
Just like a bacterised loaf of bread
A sour milk container for his so called head.
Three pining children he left behind
Their distress is underlined
With an alcoholic father
And a prostituted mother
Look out kids – you better take cover.