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Luigi was a family friend.
My Mama was delighted
To have a friend like Luigi.
'My friend, Luigi, the Sculptor'
She liked to say.
I visited him one day, with Mama.
I was six years old.
She held my hand.
'This is my son, Bertrand'
Luigi looked at me closely.
'He shall be my model'
'He is a beautiful child.'
Mama glowed at the praise.
'He must come to me every day
'And he must sit completely still
As I create my statue.'
And so it was
That I visited Luigi every day.
I had to sit on a hard seat
With my right arm
Stretched across my chest.
'Don't move a muscle!'
I began to fidget and fret.
'Have you no feeling for art!'
I wept bitterly at home.
'Please don't send me back!'
I pleaded with Mama.
I told her how I could hear the other boys
Playing in the street
As I sat..... and sat....... and sat.
'One day you will be famous!
Your statue will be on display
In the Sistine Chapel!
People will look at you,
Talk about you!
Think how happy you will be then!'
So I sat.....and sat....and sat some more.
Then it was finished.
I came upon my statue in a junk-yard recently.
Luigi, it seemed,
Had never become famous.
He had died a pauper.
My statue was dirty,
But it was beautiful.
Pretty in pink? All soft and girlie!
Aha! Not this time! Shane, not Shirley!
The touches of red add a violent touch,
A fashion-statement? No! Not much!
A Drag Queen, Audrey Hepburn style!
A vicious look, not a gentle smile.
Bony knees are a giveaway.
The wary look has a lot to say.
The title, including the soft word 'kiss',
Gives a hint of Nemesis!
I imagine the 'dame' is really a cop,
Dressed to the nines and over the top!
I imagine experience is nil;
That's why 'he' doesn't quite fit the bill!
'He' looks slightly awkward, playing a part;
Rather new to the drag-queen art!
The wary look is directed at
A criminal, a dirty rat,
And one of the Underworld's 'ladies' too!
To catch 'him' who knows what he'll have to do!
The plot is thickening in my mind!
I'll read the book!
Wonder what I'll find!