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
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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.)
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Nicola Heiser died on 24th October 1997, and is greatly missed by her friends and fans of her writing.