Cast Off!

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CAST OFF!

It seemed fitting that I should wear them for that purpose!

You were with me when I bought them from the store.

They were made from the finest leather.

Yes, we bought the gloves together,

For we knew we'd be 'together' evermore.

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Oh, it's clear that we were overly sentimental!

Sometimes we'd wear one each! I swear we did!

And you sewed a little sign,

Showing which was yours and mine,

Inside each glove of softest, warmest kid.

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Yours said 'Marnie', mine said 'Beau'. Do you remember?

When I wore them as a pair it seemed to me

That you still held my hand,

That, still, everything was planned,

And this was how our lives were going to be.

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But everything went wrong last Tuesday evening,

When I saw you out with Peter, looking snug!

You were gazing at his face!

Yes! He was in my place,

And he looked so damned delighted and so smug!

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Gloves are useful when one plans to do a throttling!

Detective novels make that very clear.

Finger-prints? Ah, not a chance!

For our symbols of romance

Would prevent that sort of clue! No clues! No fear!

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So it's done! My little 'big' romance is over!

But so is yours, my little sweetie-pie!

'One kills the thing one loves',

And my delicate kid gloves,

Were round your neck and made sure you would die!

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I dropped them on the floor as I was leaving!

Then I couldn't get back in although I tried!!

Then I gasped at the realisation

Of my terrible situation!

The gloves had 'Beau' and 'Marnie' sewn inside!

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THE BLUE ANGEL.

A sad clown? Was there ever

A clown as sad as he?

Or was I just impressionable,

As young girls are wont to be?

It was my very first 'foreign film';

To me it was exotic,

The black-and-white of the images

Made it the more hypnotic.

Then there was the music,

And a language quite unknown

And a certain air of decadence

Added a suggestive tone.

Marlene Dietrich's German

Sounded ribald and compelling

And her gaudy giddy life-style

Made the story worth the telling.

But it was the tragic professor

Who caused my flesh to creep.

I could hardly bear to watch him

As he got in far too deep.

And when he finally went mad

When they broke eggs on his head,

And began to crow like a cockeral

I viewed the screen with dread.

Even now I get goose-pimples

Just remembering it all.

How a worthy man became a clown!

How love came before a fall.

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