I Only Have Eyes for You!A Poem by David Lewis PagetThe
store had been closed for a month or more, The
Receivers opened the door, To
auction off all the fittings there, Whatever
stood on the floor, There
were counters, mirrors, plenty of stock, The
tills and the rubbish bins, It
was all going under the hammer, Even
a line of mannequins. When
John McRogers happened to pass He
heard the clamour inside, He
peered on in through the window glass And
he watched the human tide, The
bids were coming from everywhere From
phones, and spread through the store, So
he wandered into the human mass And
made his way from the door. He
wandered along the vacant aisles Saw
everything piled in heaps, There
wasn’t much of a bidding war So
everything went quite cheap, He
wondered if he should make a bid Was
there anything there for him? His
eyes then came to rest on a girl, A
fabulous mannequin. She
stood in a line of eight or nine But
caught his eye from the start, He
thought that she had the bluest eyes Of
all, and she stood apart! She
must have been all of six foot six With
a tapering line to the waist, And
breasts of promise and silken legs A
woman of style and taste. He
put in a nervous bid when she Was
auctioned along the line, But
nobody put in a counter bid, And
he thought to himself, ‘She’s mine!’ He
had a courier pick her up And
take her straight to his home, Then
stood her up in his office, where He
could savour her there, alone. She
hadn’t a scrap of clothing on They’d
taken it off when she went, He
tried to avert his eyes, she showed No
sign of embarrassment, Her
hands hung limply down at her side No
effort to cover up, But
her eyes had followed him round the room, Whenever
he’d start, or stop. ‘I’m
going to call you Jennifer,’ He
said to himself, out loud, Then
sensed she shuddered and straightened up In
a movement that seemed quite proud, His
wife had left him the year before For
a keeper, down at the zoo, So
now he said, and in fact he swore, ‘I
only have eyes for you!’ ‘I
only have eyes for you, my dear, My
Jennifer from Le Trée, I’ll
always cherish you near me here When
I work out here, all day, We’ll
spend our evenings here in the warm With
a single desk-top light, And
in the gloom of this little room You
might even come to life!’ He
left her naked, stood by his desk, She
had an erotic air, The
wig she wore flowed over her back Brunette,
but the lights were fair, He
worked each night at his desk in gloom Lit
only by one small stand, And
every now and again he’d rouse, Reach
over and touch her hand. The
hand was cold, plastic and hard And
it couldn’t return a thing, Until
one night, he opened a box And
slipped on a wedding ring, He
worked away for an hour or so Til
he’d filled out a batch of forms, Then
reached unconsciously out for her hand To
find it was soft and warm. He
looked up into her shining face And
noticed, to his surprise, Her
cheeks had softened, her lips were red And
a lovelight shone from her eyes, He
stood and reached for her willing form And
she did what he wanted to, But
an urgent message tugged at his brain, ‘I
only have eyes for you!’ ‘I
only have eyes for you,’ she thought And
beamed that into his head, He
never would leave that office again, His
friends soon thought he was dead. They
came in force, broke into his house And
found that he’d really gone, ‘There’s
only a couple of mannequins here, But
one of them looks like John!’ David
Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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