The Blueness of Blue

BLUE MONDAY

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THE BLUENESS OF BLUE

Midnight Blue darkness.

Breast, beak, claws floodlit.

And then a song! Maybe the Blues!

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WOLF WHISTLES!

I remember, I remember how, many years ago,

Men were allowed to whistle, instead of saying 'Hallo'.

I was far from glamorous so it didn't happen much,

But I enjoyed being whistled at by labourers and such!

I didn't find it demeaning, in fact I felt quite pleased.

I felt it was just another way of being, sort of, teased.

No harm ever came of it as far as I could see

And I'd continue on my way as happy as could be!

I suppose for the really glamorous it got to be a pain,

But I always had to wait a while before it happened again!

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Now why was the Whistle called a Wolf's, that's had my consideration.

Wolves never whistle, do they? So why that appellation?

Well, we've got to go back a bit, to a time of inequality,

When bedding the nearest female was the cause of some friviloty!

'The Day of the Wolf' was a festival that was held in Ancient Rome,

Where Romulus and Remus, the twin boys, made their home.

They had been nurtured by a wolf, or so the story went,

And so a celebration was the obvious intent.

The Latin name for 'wolf' is 'lupus', as I'm sure you knew,

So choosing a name to echo it was the obvious thing to do.

On the day of the Lupercalia, later called Valentine's Day,

The Priests would smear themselves with blood, a goat's blood, so they say.

The Februa, the womenfolk, would sit round on the hill,

And the Priests would take strips of goatskin and hit them with a will!

All the blood-smeared 'ladies' who 'enjoyed' these fun and games,

Would then be taken to a box, in which they placed their names.

Then, the so-called 'gentlemen' would have a lucky dip!

And, to put it mildly, the whole lot would 'let rip'!

Nor did the 'jolly hockeysticks' last for a day, no fear!

The poor benighted ladies were shacked-up for a year!

Maybe some enjoyed it but I'm glad I wasn't there!

There are many casual gentlemen for whom I would not care!

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So that's how the name of 'Wolf' came down to all predatory men.

Let's hope that we don't all regress to Roman times again!

I'm sure, of the two eras, I'm happier with mine.

Maybe it was that behaviour that sent Rome into 'decline'!

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The whistle? Well that started in 1952.

It was just a variation on the vocal sound 'Whoo-hoo'!

And now they've gone and banned it! Something I used to treasure!

Young girls walking the streets today are missing-out on pleasure!

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