The Yellow BagA Poem by David Lewis PagetThey’d arranged to meet on Charter Street At the point that midnight chimed, She was to come with a yellow bag, And he with a book of rhyme, The ad had run in the Daily Mail And had said, and here I quote: ‘Wanted: A gentleman for fun With a high speed motor boat.’
Then he’d replied that he had the boat Could she bring along the fun, And she wrote back, ‘Nice to meet you, Jack, I have fun for everyone.’ He saw her in front of the Gaumont That had played ‘The Cruel Sea’, Standing there with a yellow bag And thought, ‘That’s the one for me!’
He wandered up and he waved the book With the title ‘Nonsense Rhyme’, She gave him a cool, appraising look Like a laid back Valentine. ‘It’s much too late for the boating lake,’ He said, ‘Would you like a drink?’ And she stood there with a vacant stare But replied, ‘What do you think?’
He led her down to the Castle Club Where he had a private booth, Then sat her down till the drinks came round And remarked upon her youth. She raised a brow when he asked her how She had come to advertise, She said, ‘It’s something I have to do If I need to meet new guys.’
They drank their drinks and they talked a bit About nothing much, per se, And then he asked her about the fun But she said he’d have to pay. ‘I thought a ride in my motor boat Would be payment,’ he began, To which she said, ‘I’m not free to ride, I’m a working courtesan.’
While back in the heart of Charter Street Where the leaves blew from the trees, A girl stood there in a party dress And the wind blew round her knees, She’d been in watching ‘The Cruel Sea’ For the time had seemed to lag, But now stood out on an empty street Holding her yellow bag.
David Lewis Paget © 2015 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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