Sunday, July 7, 2013


Maxim Dorky, oh so lithe and sporty
Greying at the temples, a little over forty
Always at a party looking hale and hearty
Seated beside his harpy who's at the top of his hierarchy
He's eyeing this young floozy
Who's had a little too much boozy
His wife is right beside him
Droopy eyelids red around the rim
Downcast lips downright grim
The lights are low the music dim
He walks up to the girl and fills her cup to the brim
He looks into her eyes and gives her his pseudonym
He looks a lot like a man who knows he's about to sin
He looks half apologetically at the harpy who gives him a reptilian grin
So here we are at the two ends of the room
A story playing out exactly as it has umpteen times before I presume
The wife looking on like she's been enbalmed and four weeks in a tomb
She knows this play by play and has blessed this all the way I assume
I'm intrigued in the meantime by her outlandish costume
It's Easter today not Halloween unless we're doomed
I'd have thought a wife would fret and fume
But nope, she's sipping her vodka and gathering more legroom
While he's oozing charm and slathering it all over the girl
The girl looks like she's feeling woozy as she gives her bangs a twirl
I'm watching Mrs Dorky across the room arranging paper napkins in whorls
Maxim stops being his usual "folded in three layers" self and like a proud new flag unfurls
He leans in, says something to the girl, who laughs too much too quickly
He looks across the room in the harpy's direction hopefully
She's given up, Mrs Dorky, it seems to me
She's wearing combat boots, a moleskin shirt, and dungarees
You're almost grateful she's got on no makeup at all
Because if she had put some foundation on it would have been her biggest pitfall
The scene across the room has altered in the interim
The girl has perhaps figured out Dorky isn't single, he's just being gamesome
She left through the front door dizzy and sozzled
Mrs Dorky shot after the girl while we looked on, puzzled
Dorky looked shifty, stoic, assured of victory, but a bit like a pyrotechnic display that had fizzled
His harpy returned, her head held high, and her nose looking even more chiseled
She waved a pale pink business card ahead of his nose for a whole minute before she gave it to him
She most likely had imagined he'd be thrilled but he looked like a less than delighted Maxim
He gave her a peck on the cheek and said,"Darlin', you shouldn't have."
No one knew how to remedy this situation, there seemed to be no band-aid for this nor salve
Harpy smiled, looked Dorky in the eye and tousled his hair
She said,"You have no idea how much I care
About you. I know you can do nothing without me."
"Yes dear," said Dorky sheepishly
We are weirded out by the strange goings-on
The harpy is happy, Maxim's all forlorn
She's less of a mystery to most of us since she's always had the tongue of an adder
What really does this man want we wonder

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