sextus propertius

Those eyes

(I remember - dimly)

She caught

Me with

Me!! Hooked!

The one who wrote the book

The ignominy

My (ouch!) neck

Those boots

Viciously grinding

ME!

down

into the dirt

I cannot remember

What it used to be like

Before... (was there before?)

What was the name

Of that nice girl I went out with

Strictly platonic

Three hundred and bloody

Sixty five centuries

Ago?

Isn't there a pill they can give you for God's sake?

Atalanta was a cow

Like her

Milanion poor creep

Went through HELL

Quite lost his balance, poor fellow.

Psychologically disturbed.

She drove him to it, you know

They carried him off screaming

Screaming

A Centaur you say? H'm. Very Freudian.

Now she brings him weekly candy

At the Arcadia Nursing Home plc

His prayers

Answered

Finally

Lucky man.

No easy way out for yrs truly

Friend Cupid did his bit

And conveniently

Buggered

Off.

In Zanzibar

(it is said)

A pinch or two

Of finely-powdered

Rhino-horn

Sprinkled

In the lady's gin

Will do the trick.

Costs the earth, but man

Worth it

To see

her

SWEAT.

For a change.

That would really be an A1 PR job

For you witch-doctors

And Juju men.

Where have you been

Call yourself friends?

Come to jeer

Pre-frontal lobotomy

Works wonders works wonders

Remove the pain

Remove the freedom

To choose

The pain.

Is it too late to emigrate?

Turn queer?

It's a man's life in the ...

Join the navy and see ...

The back

Of HER.

Join me.

We'll leave it all to those

Who know the secret

(How do they do that?)

The cosy

Smugly

Lovey-dovey

Saturday-night

People.

I've lost enough sleep

Through that deadly duo -

There's nothing wrong with Venus

Herself

(I suppose)

But I do wish that Boy Wonder of hers

Would learn

When

To leave

A guy

ALONE.

A farewell message? Just this

Play safe. Take your time.

Choose yourself

One of the respectable ones.

She looks like a horse?

Blinkers on.

For me

It's too late

now.