Nothing Ventured; Well You Know The Rest Of It!
Forgive me, but could I be impertinent and ask you a
personal favour? I imagine that your mother must
have warned you when you were a girl growing
up not to talk to men who are strangers to you,
but I swear I wouldn’t have approached
you in this direct manner if I didn’t need to.
My problem is that I’m petrified of flying,
and since there’s no other practical way
of getting to Barbados except than
by flying there you can see
the predicament that
I’m currently in.
Colleagues and even friends of mine have told
me I should take a couple of strong alcoholic
drinks before take-off and that would calm
my nerves, but I’m a teetotaller, have
been all my life, and don’t know
which is worst: the fear of flying or
the after effects of consuming
alcoholic beverages that
I’m obviously not
So will you be a pal, and as our seats are next
to each other, I wasn’t eavesdropping but
overheard your conversation with
the check-in clerk, let me hold on to you for
reassurance during take-off and until the
aircraft is safely in the air and the pilot
has charted its course successfully,
allowing me the opportunity to
chart mine with you?
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Fuer meine Freundin Kerstin Lorenz aus Hessen; zum Gedenken an unsere unvergesslichen Ferien in der Karibik: 30 September bis 28 Oktober 1999, und fuer gebend auf unsere Nacht-Ruckreise nach Deutschland eine unverwechselbare einzigartige Auslegung von was in fliegend den Buchstabe „f“ tatsaeschlich steht fuer. Der Spass! Was sonsts nocht? Ihr Menschen mit einer schmutzigen Fantasie! (Lachen) . Danke mein Schaetzchen; Du bist prima! Besonders seit von Anfang an wusstest du, dass ich keine Angst vor fliegend hatte. Herzlichen Glueckwunsch zum vierzehnten Jahrestag! Bis bald.
© Stanley V. Collymore
20 October 2013.
For my friend Kerstin Lorenz from Hesse in commemoration of our memorable vacation in the Caribbean: 30 September to 28 October 1999, and for giving a distinctively unique interpretation on our night return to Germany of what the “f” in flying actually stands for. Fun! What else you filthy-minded so and soes? Thanks Love; you’re terrific! Especially since you knew from the outset that I have no fear of flying. Happy 14th Anniversary. See you soon! .
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