Post by johnny nobody on Oct 10, 2011 16:54:31 GMT
It was a summers day when we met
birds sang a bird singy song
I skipped lightly as I walked
as did my heart with anticipation
we had been talking for three months
she had sent me a picture or two of her face
for contemplation and adoration
as well as some more personal ones.
I sat by the park bench
where we had agreed to rendezvous
I was early, and a little nervous
so I spat at the squirrels
to distract me and pass the time
you know, squirrels are just rats
with a bit of pretty fur
and an obsession with nuts.
Then she appeared as in a dream
more light a bleeding nightmare
to say she hadn’t been entirely honest with me
does not begin to explain it
I didn’t recognise her at first
she said she would be dressed in red
and that I would see her coming
but she hadn’t mentioned
the ‘Quickie S-525 Custom Power Wheelchair’
into which she was confined.
The perils of internet dating
we walked through the park
(well, one of us did)
she just sat there.
She was actually quite nice but
the squirrels regarded her with suspicion
we buzzed along regardless
and sat by the waters edge
she told me there were some sandwiches in her bag
as the ducks edged closer so did a brave squirrel
her laugh was a pleasure to behold
when I kicked the furry little creature
to the hungry ducks who duly pecked it to pieces
whilst I ate the sandwich
peanut butter, crunchy. my favourite.
We spoke of many things
her physical disability
she told me had spurred her on
to make the most of her mind
and the most she had made
we discussed theology and both agreed
that any god who would disable an innocent child
at birth
must be a right sod.
We discussed science and both agreed
that when warfare and space exploration are more important
than feeding the starving or curing the ill
then the scientists need a good seeing to
with a claw-hammer.
We discussed paingting and great art
she herself preferred the masterpieces
of Leonardo of da Vinci and Pablo Picasso
I said I preferred Rolf Harris
and she laughed
then I laughed so she wouldn't think I was being serious
we laughed
then I made an inappropriate joke
out of Pablo’s surname and we stopped laughing,
me shortly after her.
We discussed music from the Baroque period
it took us to Purcell and J.S. Bach
and led inevitaby to Rolf Harris again.
We discussed fine literature
she enjoyed Shakespeare and Dickens
but said that Hugo gave her the hump
and by the time we started on theatre
I realised I was still in love maybe more so
and that the wheelchair altered nothing
(although it did help with her posture)
and it led me to realise love isn’t
something based on physical beauty
it is minds that meet not bodies.
which was just as well
as bed was a disappointment
it really was.
birds sang a bird singy song
I skipped lightly as I walked
as did my heart with anticipation
we had been talking for three months
she had sent me a picture or two of her face
for contemplation and adoration
as well as some more personal ones.
I sat by the park bench
where we had agreed to rendezvous
I was early, and a little nervous
so I spat at the squirrels
to distract me and pass the time
you know, squirrels are just rats
with a bit of pretty fur
and an obsession with nuts.
Then she appeared as in a dream
more light a bleeding nightmare
to say she hadn’t been entirely honest with me
does not begin to explain it
I didn’t recognise her at first
she said she would be dressed in red
and that I would see her coming
but she hadn’t mentioned
the ‘Quickie S-525 Custom Power Wheelchair’
into which she was confined.
The perils of internet dating
we walked through the park
(well, one of us did)
she just sat there.
She was actually quite nice but
the squirrels regarded her with suspicion
we buzzed along regardless
and sat by the waters edge
she told me there were some sandwiches in her bag
as the ducks edged closer so did a brave squirrel
her laugh was a pleasure to behold
when I kicked the furry little creature
to the hungry ducks who duly pecked it to pieces
whilst I ate the sandwich
peanut butter, crunchy. my favourite.
We spoke of many things
her physical disability
she told me had spurred her on
to make the most of her mind
and the most she had made
we discussed theology and both agreed
that any god who would disable an innocent child
at birth
must be a right sod.
We discussed science and both agreed
that when warfare and space exploration are more important
than feeding the starving or curing the ill
then the scientists need a good seeing to
with a claw-hammer.
We discussed paingting and great art
she herself preferred the masterpieces
of Leonardo of da Vinci and Pablo Picasso
I said I preferred Rolf Harris
and she laughed
then I laughed so she wouldn't think I was being serious
we laughed
then I made an inappropriate joke
out of Pablo’s surname and we stopped laughing,
me shortly after her.
We discussed music from the Baroque period
it took us to Purcell and J.S. Bach
and led inevitaby to Rolf Harris again.
We discussed fine literature
she enjoyed Shakespeare and Dickens
but said that Hugo gave her the hump
and by the time we started on theatre
I realised I was still in love maybe more so
and that the wheelchair altered nothing
(although it did help with her posture)
and it led me to realise love isn’t
something based on physical beauty
it is minds that meet not bodies.
which was just as well
as bed was a disappointment
it really was.
