PREAMBLE: - I love the erotic imagery of the [i]Song of Songs. It’s powerful stuff for there is nothing more wonderful than a naked woman. Surely, a woman’s body has to be the greatest piece of design work ever and I tell you, many a Philistine man still continues to be slain by [ii]hips and thighs today! This piece however, is a funny take on proclaimed desire. I say funny, because having been married for over thirty years, when you take away the frilly knickers and the French perfume, then at times, there is just something absolutely hilarious about the act of marriage. Also, I have based this poem on William Butler Yeats’s piece entitled [iii]‘He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven’. It is a most majestic piece of writing where the lover, obviously an artist, wishes for all the colours of nature to spread before his beloved’s little feet, yet being poor cannot do so and therefore ends up never the less, spreading before her his dreams, which are his most precious of riches anyway. Aaahh, Isn’t that just lovely.…. As for me, I love chocolate and every sugary teeth destroying unhealthy thing you can possibly imagine, and so frankly, the best I could ever spread before my beloved is a case full of brightly coloured Jelly Beans, thrown over the floor like marbles, rolling strewn before her pink and naked, ‘fairy tread lightly’ stepping feet. They would be a bugger to walk on mind you!
PERFORMANCE TIPS: I find a foot tapping count in for this one really sets the reasonably fast beat pace it should be performed in. On a 2/4 beat then you’re going to need a lot of breath, so do take your usual (this time very) deep breath at the beginning and then, before each ‘I wish’ of every new stanza, take another big gulp. It’s a bit like doing the crawl in swimming. Make sure you are taking those gulps of air pretty regularly else you will drown in words these words! OK Here we go then:
He Wishes For a Coat Of Sugar
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I wish I was a plaited rope that dangled round your hips
I wish I was a brimming cup of fruity Fromage Fraise
To be placed inside your molten lips and eaten every day
I wish I was a ‘Cuppa Soup’, clasped by your kind hands
I wish I was a bottle full of brightly coloured sands
I wish I was all black and white, a bouncing Border Collie
I’d warm your feet on winter nights
And make you feel all jolly
I wish I was a pillow, full of feathered down
And not a big bummed booby, a funny frightened clown
I wish I was a golden box full of all your likes
I wish I could descend with you to valleys of delights
I wish I was a jellybean to make you lick your lips
I wish I was a plaited rope that dangles round your hips
© 2012 Victor Robert Farrell
[i] Song 5:2-5 says- “I sleep, but my heart is awake; It is the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, "Open for me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night." I have taken off my robe; How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet; How can I defile them? My beloved put his hand By the latch of the door, And my heart yearned for him. I arose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.” NKJV
[ii] Judges 15:7-8 says: Samson said to them, "Since you would do a thing like this, I will surely take revenge on you, and after that I will cease." So he attacked them hip and thigh with a great slaughter; then he went down and dwelt in the cleft of the rock of Etam. NKJV
[iii] He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven:
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Anyhoo - Do hope you enjoyed the poem!
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