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| Forty One. Alone. No Gerbil | |
| By TimCharigan | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 17 September 2007 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Forty-One. Alone. No Gerbil. Kev, an introspective sort Not known for jokes or playing sport Lived a life so dull, mundane Enough to drive most men insane Or so it seemed to those outside His world, as none had ever spied A sign of family, mates, or wife His did seem a little life. But Kev was happy, even so As what outsiders didn’t know That in his house, in tiny pen His sole mate lived, a gerbil, Ben. The presence of this ball of fluff For Kev was perfect; quite enough To get him through the working day As he felt needed, come what may The other thing that lit Kev’s fuse Were stamps; for years he had enthused About philately; a love Which went with him like hand in glove Of girls there had been a marked lack (If we’re discounting Penny Black) The closest thing he had as lover A finely turned out first day cover By chance, Kev met a lively girl Whose joie de vivre made his head whirl No match for her, all teeth and smiles Kev soon surrendered to her wiles With fervour that did not abate His hormones, roused, though somewhat late Yelled ‘Carpe Diem’ rowdily ‘We’re off to learn biology’ Now Shakespeare was the man who told Us all that glisters isn’t gold But Kev, bewitched; felt ten feet tall Prince Charming at his private ball His wardrobe changed, no corduroy Survived to clothe this lover boy And out went his Joe 90 specs Thought of himself as ‘Mr Sex’ Soon Gwen asked him, “Why don’t we two Share a house - chez nous will do.” ‘Oh, who’d believe -me - live in sin’ Were Kevin’s views when she moved in. But Gwen soon found she shared the house With what she thought an obese mouse ‘Up with this I will not put' ’She felt, and wanted Ben kaput So claiming some rare allergy To pets per se, she soon made free With faints and wheezing, sniffs and tears All playing on poor Kevin’s fears “I can’t stand pets, not dogs or catsAren’t gerbils just pretentious rats?My health won’t take the status quo So one of us will have to go”So out went Ben; and then the three Reduced by one; “Two’s company” Chirped Gwen to Kev, “Now please don’t get All melancholy; I’m your pet” This cut was deep, the most unkind Ben out of sight ‘though not of mind Kev even - when entwined in bed With Gwen, saw gerbils in his head But conquest over, Gwen soon bored With Kev, who found himself ignored Her distaste for him slowly grew She looked around for someone new The parting came, for Kev a shock He never overcame the knock He’d loved, but love’s not always fair Feeling lost, he ceased to care And in depression’s deep abyss Kev soon thought ‘No one would miss Me if I simply wasn't here No gerbil now, who'd shed a tear?' At forty-one, with empty home Felt he was in a cage alone So with prescription sleeping pills He found a way to end his ills
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I thought quite clever! 
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