Lolly Jackson Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Edwin Arlington Robinson)

One morning in Bedfordview
I saw him passing in a red Ferrari,
the very next day on my way to work,
he drove by in a yellow Lamborghini
and the newspaper said he was caught
doing over two hundred kilometres per hour
and it must have been in his white Porsche
on his way to church,
when he tried to catch up for being late

and I visited Teazers at a few places
while those bars belonged to him
saw some lovely topless girls
serving drinks,
as waitresses and thought
that he was a very lucky man

and one morning
while driving past his large mansion,
about twenty girls
stood in pyjamas, in very thin apparel
on the pavement
while the house was burning down
and it was quite a sight
with all of those lovely ladies
firemen and television news crews

and my life carried on,
with work at another company
and I did not pass there anymore

and one night the television news said
that he had been shot dead
and that the police
was looking for a certain man
who did it.

[Reference: "Richard Cory" by Edwin Arlington Robinson.]