Under the Covers with Dorothy Darker

A Prick from a Christmas Tree

Dorothy Darker — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 09:47:59 +0000

Underneath the Christmas tree
Santa left a man for me.
“Oh Dahling”, shouted I with glee,
“We’ll be as happy as can be.”

The first weeks were a mist of bliss,
Each day ended with a kiss.
But soon that kiss became a hiss
And I knew something was amiss.

He did not like my style of hair.
He did not like my underwear.
He said my face was far from fair.
And soon, for him, I did not care.

He pawed and mauled my bends and curves
And said, “Don’t eat so much hors d’oeuvres”.
So very soon I did observe
That he was getting on my nerves.

He would not let me stay at home
When I’d wish to be alone.
He’d bore me with his dulcet tones,
With one word sounding like a tome.

I could not look him in the face.
I did not want him in my place.
I wanted back my personal space.
Return the chump, bring back the chase.

Next Christmas came and I saw red,
For I knew I’d been misled.
So once I had my fill in bed,
I put a bullet through his head!

A fine vine year

Dorothy Darker — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 13:19:27 +0000

Like fragrant cheese and vintage wine,
Some things just improve with time.
It follows, then, that one shall thrive,
While looking swell at thirty five!

A literary stew!

Dorothy Darker — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:23:39 +0000

Hocus Pocus fairy dust,
Another chapter is a must.
To conjure up this recipe,
I mix my ink with alchemy.

Vintage is in vogue!

Dorothy Darker — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 20:33:08 +0000

Perhaps the fates may grant my wish,
And serve it to me on a dish.
In hope, go I, in my best frocks,
To step out with a silver fox!

I’ve got you under my skin!

Dorothy Darker — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 07:28:26 +0000

While browsing at the Vintage Fair,
Saw lonely Fred with snow white hair,
Twas the beginning and not the end,
When I brought home my foxy friend!

Playing Dead!

Dorothy Darker — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 16:17:18 +0000

You are the one whom I did pick,
My furry foxy Frederick.
And while you take away my breath
Your little face looks scared to death!

Ode to Frederick!

Dorothy Darker — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 08:49:55 +0000

At the Vintage Fair I found
A fox who liked to hang around.
I brought him home, and named him Fred,
So now he is no longer dead!

Odd Balls!

Dorothy Darker — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 19:55:15 +0000

Dahling life can be a bitch,
When judged from a football pitch.
How to tell the rise and fall,
Eleven men, but just one ball!

Get High!

Dorothy Darker — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 22:09:56 +0000

Keep moving up and never stop,
On your way to reach the top.
It may be closer than it seems
On the climb to chase your dreams!

Dorothy Darker will be appearing at the Vintage Ball on Saturday 17 October at the Ballsbridge Court Hotel

What a cheek!

Dorothy Darker — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 16:22:03 +0000

One may think I have a plan,
To be as witty as I can.
But really I am just too weak
To take my tongue out of my cheek!