Waiting to be Famous

May 25, 2013 at 5:34 pm (history, literature, philosophy, poetry, sociology, Stories) (celebrity, fame, friendship, waiting)

Outside respective doors, we coffee-sip,
waiting for our ships to come in.
When they arrive, we’ll give up the day job
and money will be no matter.

We’ll squat in fame, like cuckoos,
whilst our years play knock and run at
Europe’s door.
You will make a point of shaking hands
with Lenny the Lion at celebrity parties,
and I will pay Frank Bough to buy me a drink.

Between autographs, we’ll play Canasta
with the Wing Commander, take the French X Factor
by storm, and bang it all out on a laptop,
-sure to be a hit!

I’ll leave first, because I always beat you,
and you’ll retire to Dunmow, marry a moll,
and for fame’s sake “Kiss the bride!”