Chicago Epic m/m relationship implied If you're wondering at the sheer volume of my posts recently, I'm avoiding doing an unpleasant task! ;^) This is a little silly, but I'm hoping if I write enough silly things, my serious stuff can slip in unnoticed. It was prompted by a chance comment Elaine made to me about Ray vs Meg, but don't blame her - all otters are deservedly mine! Nik ------ Chicago Epic by Nicola Heiser This tale is set in a distant city (from where I stand), where Frank Nitti, Al Capone and all that crowd Did many things that weren't allowed. It tells of two men, Ben and Ray, And one white wolf, one summer's day. Fraser, Mountie, handsome, good, Lived in an unsavoury neighbourhood. That didn't stop determined ladies, Who thought our Mountie friend had played his Singles game enough already, From chasing him with resolve steady. There's one, whom all and sundry know My money backs, but before I go On yet again, her name is Thatcher, Meg, and she's been known to catch her Man always, Mountie creed decrees (Ignoring certain inaccuracies) Now, on this day, our Meg awakes. "What light from yonder window breaks" Inspires her, and she's off to see Her underling, to ask if he Would like to see her after hours And bring her chocolates and flowers. "Inspector, don't take this rejection Personally, but enough deception. It's time at last I left the closet. It wasn't unexpected, was it? I love a stronger man than I." "Hey, Ben." "He's here! Oh, what a guy!" "But, Constable, I don't quite get it." "What, are you deaf? Just forget it, Dragon Lady, Benny's mine. At threesomes I draw the line." "Woof!" "Diefenbaker, we discussed This; I don't go for lupine lust." "Come on, Dief, guess four's a crowd." And off they stalked, their heads held proud. "They made their bed; them lie in it." Ray looked at Fraser with a grin, "It Isn't quite the trial they meant, But an opportunity heaven-sent." "Well, Ray, let's put it to good use." And, reader, if you're so obtuse You're lost, sorry, but lost you'll stay. Maybe you'll get it one day. But I don't write graphic poetry. (And I prefer Meg, but that's just me.) ================================= Nicola Heiser died on 24th October 1997, and is greatly missed by her friends and fans of her writing.