Helen with a statue in Rome
My return to Old Blighty is on the horizon and I’m looking forward to seeing everyone again. One friend, who I desperately miss, has creatively expressed her feelings about my homecoming. With her boss on annual leave she productively used those five precious days to compose poetry. Each morning this week I’ve woken up to a lovely little ditty and, in recognition of her recognition of me, I’ve decided to post them. So here they are ….
She
Her hair so glossy like an Afghan Hound
Her bum so peachy, so squashy and round
Her eyes they pierce you through your soul
She’s a full-grown frog, she’s no tadpole
Her laugh so sweet, like an amusing ass
Her humour so dark, so filthy, so crass
She is my Angel, my Princess Simone
When she reads this crap she’s bound to groan
Lone Wolf
The lone wolf prowls through the night
Her strength, her power, her force, her might
She captures men with her mighty chest
They can’t resist, they give it their best
But her tender heart betrays her tale
Would she like to partner with an alpha male?
Her Skilled Prowess
Helen eating cake
The panther strikes at 8pm
That’s when Step class begins for them
Her fluid moves, her skilled prowess
Is she real? They wonder, they guess
Their envy shows, they can’t hide it now
“She’s so damn good, that effing cow”
But she cares not, she’s in the zone
Those insecurities, they have flown
She’s with the music, they are at one
The rest all vanish, set with the sun
But the class must end, it goes too fast
The panther grins, she’s had a blast
Queen of Step
She loved to step
She loved its groove
She had the gift
With nothing to prove
She laughed at those with two left feet
Who tried so hard but missed the beat
Helen boarding the Orient Express to Brighton
She’s the Queen of Step
She wears the crown
She’s so damn good
It makes others frown
Their Shared Moon
The glow of the moon in the sky above
Draws their gaze, they think of their love
Friends apart, their bond can’t be broken
Their shared moon, their friendship token
It’s their connection when they feel low
Distance will make this friendship grow
But not long now, just a few weeks left
The English one will be no more bereft
Her Aussie friend will return to this land
And once again they’ll be a merry band
Simone Scribbles 
‘Her Skilled Prowess’ rocks! It’s the way you enter the room that puts everyone in their place, Simone. They dare not take yours, after all.
Ha! Yes, I think you know the ‘look’ people get if they attempt to place their Step in ‘my’ position. I find it astonishing that this has continued to happen at the gym over here – I have ‘my’ spot and no one goes near it!
Crack-a-jack!! That Helen…. vintage frocks by name vintage words by nature! Great!
She certainly never fails to bring a bit of colour to life! And I really love people who are passionate about things 🙂
Ha. I started reading and it said poetry and I thought “Argh, not poetry!” It’s the English teacher in me. And then I started reading. And laughing. It’s very you Simone. She obviously knows you quite well. I can imagine spending my boss-free days in the same way. The photos are hilarious as well.
They definitely made me laugh 🙂 Though I have to say that it’s comments like that (“it’s very you”) that make me worry about how I’m perceived!
This lass is a genius, genius I tell you!
Clearly she’s as impressive as any of the great English poets. Lord Byron would be envious of her work 🙂
Wow Helen you are truly a great poet 🙂 and stunning to boot!
You’re easily pleased Pete 😉 (I’m kidding, Helen!)