(This tri-via-logue and its attendant sonnet are
restricted to eighteen years and over. Any
resemblance would be coincidental.)
(Occasion of Nazo and Vujotsu's black pearl
wedding anniversary at the Electric Eel
Bar and Dance.)
Nazo - My husband has been a workaholic all
our married life, and there have been lonely times,
but the money has given me opportunities that
most women don't get as far as quality employment,
hobbies, causes and educating the children, the last of
of which has cost a small freehold apartment so far.
At a time of high and often permanent employment
the decision to retire from what attracted me to him
in the first place was all his. It was thirty years ago
that we met at a funeral parlour during an
accidental double booking, I for my sister who was
the victim of a hit and run driver, who was
subsequently written off by the justice system as
a drunken paranoid schizophrenic, and he for his first
death by misadventure, whatever that means. On the
the count of busted three, orchestra.
Nazo - Ya.
Cindy - Ku.
Mindy - Za.
(Triplet crooned by Nazo, Cindy and Mindy.)
Nazo -
Yes, give me necklaces of nice black pearls
Couldn't care less if they're cultured nacre,
Pearl farm, estuary flatlands, atoll acre,
A thought of love counts lots for loving girls.
Cindy -
They must be mother-of-pearl spectrum swirls,
Shade slate black to black, to ink muckraker,
Mussel, clam and oyster nuclei maker,
I treasure beaded grit in tweaks and twirls.
Mindy -
But you're old money? plan b might then do,
As natural black pearls are precious gifts,
The one black pearl as pendant, cleavage true,
Such pleasantry stirs, parallax, too, shifts.
(Unison) -
Natural black pearl so nuanced announces,
Girl who marries nice and never pounces.
(Chorus)
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o broadcasts
o declares
