Unemployed In Cheshire

By Gothicman

Mon, 03 Aug 2020
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good jobs are scarce now!
weltergeist = middle-age cunning

 

“Onyx green becomes you” 
fatal words
directed to a oversize diva
with lavender talc in her cleavage,
pinning him to the chaise longue
with her weltergeist;
whose late husband
made a small fortune
breeding horses
to make hot water-soluble
furniture glue.

I’m not sticking around here
he thought,
as, dressed as a
children’s party clown,
he bundled his
long-eared rabbit and
collapsible magician’s stand
into an Indian mutiny suitcase,
and beat a hasty retreat
back to the Job Centre
to see what else
was on offer!

 

 

 

Goth:2020

Certificate U
Poem
Horror
Humour

Comments

Submitted by onemorething on

Ahhh...weltergeist. Pinning a hapless clown to a chaise longue. I can only hope his next job was less overwhelming. Good to read the weltergeist poem. Enjoyed it. Rachel

 

Submitted by Gothicman on

Yes, those rich Cheshire widows setting their traps, this one, as innovative as the husband she survived, nearly succeeding! Discovered since the shorter 'weltgeist' is a bona fide word, meaning 'world spirit'.
Thanks Rachel, a modified fun write.
Trevor

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

"I'm not sticking around here"

A classic line, whose humour makes the sadness sharper.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Gothicman on

Thanks Parson!
Yeh, knowing when to get out is a no-brainer most times!
From seeing a programme on TV about bored Cheshire widows
and their shameless escapades.
Goth