Three More Songs Of Yet More Experience
by Mary Cresswell

 

 

 

The Cat Looks Back

 

Every so often the story will out –

once I was bitten, twice I was shy.

 

Now I am waiting, my heart in my mouth,

hoping again I’m not up the spout.

 

So much for clean slates and a sensible start:

I’m in the deep end with more mud in my eye.

 

This is the truth that has finally come out:

I’m overly bitten and not enough shy.

 

 

 

 

 

Continuing Meditation

 

I think I was born in the wrong demographic –

looks like I’m stuck at the crossroads again

too fit to quit, too old to maffick

 

My manner is smooth, my smile seraphic

but every so often I wallow in spleen

I was born in the wrong demographic

 

The problem is real – it’s not geographic

it follows me always, wherever I’ve been

I’ve no need to quit and prefer not to maffick.

 

My spirit is sleek, my body Falstaffic

before I act, I count to ten

as do all in my demographic

 

... but there’s no point being overly graphic.

Sometimes you feel there’s no way to win

when you’re too fit to quit, too old to maffick

 

But whether you’re straight or gay or sapphic

there’s no telling how, no telling when

you’re too fit to quit, too old to maffick –

and everyone’s born in the wrong demographic.

 

 

 

 

 

Adieu Scuba Doo

 

Full fathom five my car key lies

full fathom four my phone

 

At fathom three I snapped my knee

at fathom two I’m gone

 

At fathom one my song is done

no helpful hurtling hero

 

to drag me wet and gasping

to plus or minus zero

 

Alas alas! I can no more:

sans youth sans breath sans marbles

 

flat on my back on the ocean floor

I’m forever blowing bubbles.

 

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