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The ballad of B- and K-, or

Love's Labours Fookin' Wasted.

Warning: This tale contains Mutant poetry

Intro: Midget meets K. . . a bird.


Him: I remember the day we met. She was posing for an artist. . .

Her: Thank you very much, I was staring at a falling leaf.

Him: . . .and she looked. . .she looked amazing.

Her: I was just hanging out in the Grounds with a few people, and a disgruntled Midget came in. . .

Him: I needed a beer! Well - petrol milkshake.

Her: . . .that I recognised as a clannie. He was kind, polite, to begin with.

Him: She was AMAZING! This. . .strong, silent, gorgeous. . .

Her: I found him pretty good company, until those creepy silences started.

Him: I was thinking!

Her: You were acting pretty weird.

Him: I was admiring you!

Her: You were staring at me.


Him: I tried drawing her. To capture her forever as I saw her.

Her: Poor fellow started attempting to draw, stick figures and the like.

Him: I had small hands!

Her: No comment. . .?


Him: I spoke to Horatio about her. He made me human so I could hold a pencil, brushes. . .

Her: And the sexual orientation change was just an unintended side-effect.

Him: I was just camp! Anyway. I was able to start improving my pictures. I still loved her.

Her: He started to follow me a bit more than I liked. But he was a clannie, and a friend, and there wasn't anything I could politely do about it.

Him: I decorated our clan halls with drawings of her. After I sorted out the curtains. GOOD drawings, too.

Her: How could I tell him that I wasn't remotely interested? I was even married, by that point.1)


Him: I wanted to be more expressive. I spoke to Horatio again. He made me. . .

Her: Some kind of humanoid, with slime on his skin, and a problem with body odour.

Him: . . .a mutant. I was in touch with an artist who was going to help me with my poetry. An EPIC.

Her: I've been around mutants for long enough not to care too much about the smell, but the fact that he retained his memories just made things more difficult.

Him: I started small. Cross stitch. "Swoopy, squawking, graceful birdy; Midget-me thinks you're awful purdy"

Her: Horatio turned me into a robot. I was mostly glad - maybe I could use logic to defend myself.


Him: I found her paralysed in the Grounds one night. . .

Her: My clockwork got jammed when I was fetching someone a drink.

Him: And someone suggested she needed rebooting. A gremlin told me to stick my tongue in her ear. . .

Her: I'm still not sure that I believe that.

Him: . . .to operate her on/off switch. It turns out it was lying.

Her: You don't say?

Him: But I thought I'd shown her my intentions from the first had been pure.

Her: But you won't believe how long it took to remove every last trace of slime.


Him: Eventually I finished my epic. I was ready.

Her: And I was quite conveniently asleep.

Him: I found my artist friend in Pleasantville and told my tale:


Pretty birdy, lovely wings,

if I could tell you of the things that make my soul take flight with joy. . .

but I can't - I'm just a mutant boy.

Pretty raptor, lovely beak,

oh how I wish that I could speak of empty beach and ocean swell. . .

but I'm just a mutant - and I smell.

Pretty K . . . . . . ! Breast so proud!

If I could say the words aloud I'd tell you that you look so fine!

But I can't - cos you're offline.


Him: It all came to a head in Clan Halls.

Her: When I watched the video in the Communications Tent, I just didn't know how to react. It was funny beyond words, but the poor fellow was completely besotted with me. Things were worse than I'd feared.

Him: She told me she was married, and it was all in vain.

Her: I told him I'd been wearing a ring since we first met, and even taken every opportunity to flash it.

Him: She gave me chocolate. So now. . .we're just friends.

Her: And if I see another one of those carvings, hear another one of those poems. . .

They leave, and go their separate ways.

1) Liar, liar, pants on fire...
 
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