A girl from the Folies Bergere
Manoeuvred her feathers with care.
One night, to a gasp,
They slipped from her grasp
And there she stood totally bare
Regretting a dream
…Folies Bergere
Exhaling the magic
Marseille in despair
Seeking forgiveness
Vive Champs elysees
Mimes feigning answers
Montmartre chardonnay
(Café de La Paix: December, 1979)
PEOPLE I WILL NEVER BE
A pregnant woman - cos I’m a man
President of Nigeria - only a Nigerian can
A tall blonde model - cos short and dark with deep tan
Dancer at Folies Bergere - cos I can’t can-can
A sex symbol - on my picture would be an aesthetic ban
Some health nut…....I never eat my breakfast bran
Singing star…....with my voice, my wife’s my only fan
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