Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra in the 1963 Hollywood budget blowout 'Cleopatra' |
Cleopatra Married Her Brother When He Was Ten
Central Otago was having the hottest summer in five hundred moons
Its women folk melted into pools of perspiration every afternoon around three
As they lay on their beds panting
dreaming of ceiling fans on high and
Shirtless Jason Mamoas in MC Hammer pants fanning them with
Long-handled ostrich feather fans
Smiling adoringly
while their spa baths of chilled asses’ milk drew
into lactic acid boosting age spot reducing perfection
Cleopatra kept a herd of 700 donkeys to maintain her daily fixation
Did you know
She was also barely five feet tall
Did you know
The lovechild of Cleopatra and Julius Caesar was named
Caesarion – a son
Alas on rising an evening dip in a lake with ducks and swans was the only option
slimy with various manures the water if perfectly chilled did
nothing to plump fine lines and wrinkles
and rewind the ravages of time on local femme
The heady heat that followed day into night would not leave
The drought ridden land until autumn
It was the endless summer that drove her to it
One hot lady took fate in her sweaty palms
put on a sundress and a wide smile of Charlotte Tilbury Electric Poppy Hot Lips and drove to Queenstown Central – please note there is no
Queenstown in Queenstown Central - it’s in Frankton
There are a lot of bargain bin barn-sized stores with small electrics departments
Investing in a supercharged 1000 dollar Dyson Air Cooler was a stretch too far
The hot hottie spent $69.99 on a Goldair Desk Circulator with Blue Tooth to
efficiently blow warm air at herself on high
Why Blue Tooth she asks the very attendant attendant
You can take it outside
Wait a hot picnic – that’s an idea
Lady and her Mac desktop al fresco trying to
Write the novel she’s been trying to write
Well, resurrect for a long since hot forever
They’re at the counter now going through the motions
Credit card, Fly Buys, mobile number
Everyone knows the drill only now
There’s a new one
“Do you have a gold card?”
Poor lady swoons her lipstick matts she may as well be
in the desert astride her bad-tempered camel named Nobby at noon
A blush prickles from the tips of her toes to her scalp freezing her brain
I’m 58 says a limp voice
Mr Attendant attendant keeps going
He goes on and on acting the fool and the goat
he has no idea what the required age is for national super
The lady fidgets and looks around for one of those stands with
How was your experience today
she would have smashed that sad-face
Slapped it so hard with her new slides from La Tribe
Now the guy beside her is staring
Is the joke on her – was she missing something – a store loyalty
What is your gold card? she asks Mr A A
We offer a discount to our senior citizens he smiles with full teeth
Where are all the good one-liners when you need them
At the bottom of an alpine lake turning into a future proofing gut enhancing algae
I’m not that old someone says feebly you need to be 65 for a gold card I need seven years
She also needed her receipt
The next day the temperature drops to a cool 16 degrees
Allowing pause for a moment from Googling why ass not cow for bathing
And fun facts about Cleopatra and her baby daddy Mark Antony
They had a secret drinking club à deux – The Inimitable Livers
But the summer continued hot and she ran that fan on high
Sometimes she took to her bed of an afternoon sat it beside her and dreamed
But she never took it outside
Jane Bloomfield
from Collection 2023
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