A guest of Her Majesty For M'lady Victoria

narrative verse

 

 

A guest of Her Majesty

 

Brunhilde Bloggs no fixed address .

Was very fond of cheap red wine.

Somewhat disordered in her dress .

Her voice a grating nasal whine.

 

She begs for cash from passersby.

Her manner almost threatening.

Her raging thirst to satisfy

 at each refusal glowering.

 

 A policeman tells her “move along”

 and she reacts aggressively

Insists she has done nothing wrong.

 But he has little sympathy

 

He has no choice but to arrest

 and take her into custody.

 She has become a public pest.

 Which no one is allowed to be

 

Brunhilde Bloggs has an address

at least for several months to come.

She got what she deserved no less

 but she was luckier than some. 

 

Who passed out cold and froze to death

in some back alley out of sight.

A victim to cold winters breath

 in drunken dreams of sheer delight.

 

11-Sep-08

 

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Reviews

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Quite a story in poetic form! Very enjoyable to read. I wonder what she thought of herself the morning after. :-) Sharon

[Salvatore Buttaci]

The master of the rhyme! Kudos to you!

Sal