Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Half-Twisted Twists of Trinity Place: Second Verse, Same as the First

bohemiancarnivalbymrnightshade

Photo by Mr. Nightshade

You all may remember when I published the first verse of The Half-Twisted Twists, an epic rhyming poem about two vaudeville stars and their crazy scheme to gain fame and fortune. The majority of it is stranded on a laptop which is having a bit of downtime, but I thought I'd post the second verse so you awesome readers can see what happens next.

If any of you have verses three and four of Half-Twisted Twists, please send them to me! I miss them and want to work on it.

They sewed into the night with derangement and passion
and made gilded clobber like the nightmares of Fashion.
They had hats like flowers and ombre-dyed tights,
Dresses with sequins and run through with lights
Mermaid tails for a Barnumesque Siamese twin,
And men's suits that glittered like skies over Brooklyn.
"If nothing," said Rie, later on, when she's pressed,
"I'll never deny the Twists were well dressed."
They sang pieces not known in proper tradition
Practiced acts that were glorious acts of sedition
(The sedition, in part, was meant to woo
the socialist diva on floor #2)
Painting was easy, but the scenery cursed;
Next time they wouldn't steal wood from a hearse.
For one week they hammered and spangled and sung
And Friday next, jumped when the telephone rung.
"Oh my gaaaaaaaawd," drawled the agent they'd found in a bar,
"The theatre said, like, they'd make you both stars!"
"Incandescent and burning? You got it," said Cal,
"Where is this luminous downtown locale?"
"A dive of a place, the Vamping Vagabond,
Put the burly in burlesque this side of the pond.
There are strongmen in tutus and parrots that swear
Mustaches to ride from here to Montclair.
It's built like a palace, 3 stories tall
Oh, there's a curse, but don't mind it at all."
Their Agent hung up, they could hear her hair-flip;
Rie was regretting their benefactress's tip.
"A curse? There's nothing in the handbook 'bout those,
It might makes us wanton, or strip all our clothes."
"A curse," scoffed Cal,"some considered that blessed.
But life's much more fun when you keep saying yes."


Their fortune's in wit, their fate in their face
The Half-Twisted Twists of Trinity Place

2 comments:

Penny Lane said...

i adore this. ♥

Tessa said...

I recently came accross your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I don't know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog. I will keep visiting this blog very often.


Ruth

http://muffinsnow.com

 
Clicky Web Analytics