The Long Translucent Shawl

Ms Marmaduke was highly strung,
Of nervous disposition,
And opted to get high,
To overcome her inhibition,

She climbed the attic ladder,
With her butler now cavorting,
And used cocaine to calm her brain,
Ten lines of powder snorting!

I say, I feel ten times as gay,
Prodigiously empowered!
Enough to jump through hoola hoops,
No more so shy or cowered!

They sifted through the attic junk,
A chest of drawers unpacking,
Then found a set of silk and gauze,
Sequestered in the racking,

Let’s use the attic sewing set,
To craft a brave new fashion,
To make display of our risque,
And elevated passion!

My love, my Lady Marmaduke!
I laud your raunchy thinking,
And raise a toast to your good health,
My glass to yours a clinking!

They worked away into the night,
With bluster and with fervour,
I’ll supervise your striving,
And remain your staunch observer,

Six hours of cutting carefully,
And sewing to precision,
The wasted Lady Marmaduke,
Applied her last incision…

The garment is correct and true,
To our indecent vision,
I shout hooray and praise the day,
We made this wild decision!

Against the glow of candlelight,
Their silent lambency,
The long translucent shawl,
Was held aloft for them to see,

It’s marvellous attractive,
An ephemeral delight!
And I would see you model it,
This perfect crazy night!

Ms Marmaduke conceded,
And applied the lengthy shawl,
Straightening her back,
And subsequently standing tall,

I say I’m sweating like a pig,
Awash with lusty sighing,
As I survey your sexy sway,
So very satisfying!

My lovely handsome Hercules!
My nicely toned Adonis!
You’ve set a rosy blush,
To my accustomed pasty wanness!

And that is how an anxious dame,
And brawny butler tall,
Constructed, through the midnight hours,
A long translucent shawl!

AD Lovkis, 22/05/25