Unending Bending

JENNY MATLOCK
http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com.au/
suggests the quotation

UNENDING BENDING
(after Patience Strong)

'Sometimes you bend; sometimes you break'......
Mostly, it's the bending.
The human spirit lifts its game
When problems seem unending.
'I couldn't stand it!' we may say
Thinking of something bad.....
Illness, parting, even death......
Are all too dire and sad.
You expect to go right under,
Drown in the pain and sorrow;
Hide beneath the bed-clothes,
Refusing to face tomorrow.
Human-beings fail to 'break'
Even though bruised and battered,
And though their hopes and dreams sometimes
Are very cruelly shattered.
Time and again we marvel at
The way that we recover;
Our little trees bend in the gale
But don't break, we discover.
(106 words)
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THE SONG OF THE GOLD-DIGGER

(To the tune of 'Hey Look Me Over!')

A parody from one of my melodramas.

Hey look me over!/ I’ve got it made!/ Romping in clover!/ Call a spade a spade/ I’ll have the lolly! / I’ll have the dosh!/ And all of the mud that is on my skirt will come out in the wash!/ And I’ll be up like a rainbow,/ Bright as the sun!/ I’ll see the rain go, / I’ll be number one!/ With a little bit more of the ‘how’s your father’ I’ll escape this slum! / So look out World here I come!/

Hey look at me, folks!/ I’ll get the cash!/ Won’t mess with poor blokes! / I shall be so flash!/ I’ll wear the satin. I’ll wear the silk/ And I‘ll have a servant to scrub my back when I bathe in asses milk!/ For I’ll be up with the nobs, girls,/ Drinking champagne!/ No dirty jobs, girls,/ Working is a pain!/ When you've got all your curves in the chosen places wasting them is dumb!/ So look out World here I come!/

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PS
It being school holidays in this neck of the woods, holiday photos are to the fore. Greg has just sent photos of Max and Harry enjoying a few days in Sydney.

In Hyde Park

On the Manly Ferry

In the Aquarium

On Bondi Beach

Melodramatic Intensity!

MELODRAMATIC INTENSITY!

A Melodrama's a stage play performed with intensity!
Lots of over-acting and insensitivity!
The bad is always intensely bad, the good intensely good!

Real life is so much more sedate..... usually......touch wood!

I've a 'melodramatic' hobby! I write them just for fun.

I find it very satisfying staging them when they're done.

The characters are black and white, cardboard cut-outs, it's true,

With very little resemblance to me or even you!

The Villain is always ghastly, without an ounce of charm,

About to steal the lovely damsel's only possession, the farm.

The damsel is always a virgin, impossibly demure,

And, of course, she has an admirer, whose approach is always pure.

There's always an older woman, who's jealous as can be,

And someone unknown who's listening, lurking behind a tree.

A policeman has to feature; he's often rather dim,

But often the lovely virgin falls madly in love with him.

It's good to have a yokel, who just wanders on the stage

And drives the nasty villain into a wild and venemous rage.

Every play is different, but, unless you want a flop,

The parts are always acted completely 'over the top'.

I add an audience singalong, which always goes down well,

And the people in the audience are requested to give a yell,

Shouting out a 'You tell him, love!' or maybe 'Hiss' or 'Boo!',

Or maybe 'Oh dear!' when someone dies, as they quite often do!

It's 'good clean fun' , (well, almost clean) for those of us who act,

And audiences laugh a lot and clap too, that's a fact.

I suppose it's all old-fashioned, and really a dying art,

But, should you come to Australia, I'll see you get a part!

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