Measures of an Affair


The frivolous maid knew then what to do
With the attention from the elder son
She giggled and said hers were bright red too
Quoting from the old adage about things being fun
His nuanced desire for sexy Sadie
Made the mind churn like mad for a quick pun
About beauty and allure of the lady
Created at the same time as Adam
She squirmed when squeezed saying "Wo. No Brady!"
At which point the gentle daddy hit'im
Saying, "You rude hopeless twit of a boy,
Learn some manners. C'mon this ain't no harem."
"He don't meant me no harm." she shooed all coy
"He don't meant ya no good neither, O Daisy.
I will not have you treated like a toy."
Sadie in her apron tied felt hazy
Bent over and dusted the silver tray
The elderberry eyes limp and lazy
From the vagabond dusted clouds of May
Popped at the sight like those of Benny Hill
Until that moment, the day had been grey
"Her name be Sadie, not Daisy ya ole dill."
Brady blurted, "I'm gonna marry her."
In a youth's callow tone a bit too shrill

It was not until many years later
That Brady looked at Sadie and said, "O,
I didn't know that you loved another.
We had such fun together saying, so,
So many funny things that meant, so much
To me and I thought, this is how I know
That I verily love you and as such
We should get married and have some children..."
"No. Dear Brady you just wanted a crutch.
You have no idea what a huge cauldron
Of sin and woe life is out there for us.
While the Lord says we must love our brethren,
Babies are being born on the Greyhound bus.
And after I left your daddy's mansion
I learned why men did worse than spit and cuss.
So I learnt, to write, about verbs, and scansion
And so you've found me again, right here at Yale."
Brady smiled, "Scansion without pretension?
Maybe I wanted to roll down the dale
With you because you were always just there.
I saw you measuring yourself on the scale.
Why, with you, did I need to look elsewhere?
The most beautiful woman in the world
Right there by my side, so proud and, so fair."
 

Siena, 27 9 2007