Oslo

Oslo I was in Oslo once and saw the old king riding a horse, but I was a painting of the Danish king the king of Norway is more moderate  he drives Bentley The king and I are of the same age, he looks stylish in his admiral uniform with gold tresses  I wear a black T-shirt. shirt it has a pocket for my glasses The t. shirt hangs  on the balcony to dry  while I sit bare-breasted on the sofa, waiting for  the t. shirt to dry it is the only shirt that hides my sagging stomach The king was in Lisbon two years ago the embassy had a garden party, I was not invited, despite  I was the only true seaman among the lot I blame the posh people at the embassy, who thought I might ask the king for a bigger pension  As I said, I was in Oslo many years ago, invited to read poetry, which I tried to do, but next door a horn music orchestra was training words that came  out of my mouth, died in the horrible noise Yes, they had a flight to Lisbon this very afternoon when the plane landed, I could have kissed the tarmac, but being a Norwegian, I'm reserved Whatever you do in life, you can't forget were you were born