Dinner for TwoA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe
island path had been overgrown As
they walked up from the pier, A
rickety wooden landing stage With
a sunken boat, quite near, But
the vines and trellises overhung On
the pathway to the house: ‘Your
friend’s not much of a gardener,’ Said
Jack, to his new-wed spouse. But
Caitlin shrugged, and she smiled at him, ‘Once
there, you’ll find he’s a dear, He
bought the island a year ago, There’s
plenty to do out here!’ But
Michael Morris was on the porch As
they staggered up on the hour, His
eyes had sparkled on greeting them, But
the edge of his mouth was sour. She
greeted him with a downcast eye, Tried
not to look in his face, The
ravage of disappointment there Of
a man who had failed in his race, She
knew that she was the source of it, She’d
only needed a friend, But
Michael had wanted too much from her And
she’d turned to Jack, in the end. The
house was like a museum piece And
he ushered his guests around, ‘It
was owned by a taxidermist, so The
animals here abound!’ There
were elks and bears and tiger heads And
birds, a wolf or so, Even
a couple of shrunken heads From
the wilds of Borneo! He
called to the chef to greet them both, A
hulking Blackamoor, Complete
with a beard and turban, he Just
stood at the kitchen door, He
grinned and nodded, and flashed his teeth, And
towered over them all, ‘He
came with the house, I kept him on, He’s
almost seven feet tall!’ There
were several hours to waste before The
dinner was due to be served, So
Caitlin went to her room to change Though
Jack was a little un-nerved. ‘I’ll
fit you out with some jungle greens And
I’ll show you the island front, We’ll
take a couple of crossbows out, The
boars are ready to hunt!’ The
island was only a mile across And
three, at a pinch, miles long, They
followed a path up the mountainside Where
very few men had gone, ‘The
boars are snuffling up ahead!’ Jack
looked, but he couldn’t see, But
heard the hiss as the crossbow sang And
the bolt pinned him hard to a tree. The
pain was such that he couldn’t shout, Just
hung, unable to move, While
Michael studied his rival, said: ‘You
know that I didn’t approve; You’ve
taken the woman I wanted for me, My
dinner was only for two, So
I’ll be dining your wife tonight While
the boars will dine on you!’ He
left, and wandered back to the house, No
hurry, taking his time, He
knew that Ali was up to his eyes In
preparing the meal to dine, He
changed, went into the dining room, Said
grace - ‘Are we ready, or not?’ And
savoured a portion of Caitlin’s shanks As
her head shrunk down in a pot! David
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