Thursday, August 16, 2012

It Doesn’t Get Any Better Than This


My wife and I
Are sitting in the evening sunshine
In the Place d’Hotel de Ville, in Loches,
And I’m thinking
Life doesn’t get any better than this.

An Orleans Jazz Band
Is playing on the corner
They are very good indeed
I sip my glass of red and think
Life doesn’t get any better than this.

Then an old friend sits beside us
And she rests her head
On my shoulder
And I get a whiff of Sex with Jennifer (1967)
And I’m thinking
Life doesn’t get any better than this.

And a text comes through
We have a massive win
On the Euromillions
And I’m thinking
Life really doesn’t get any better than this.

The evening sun
The music
And Paul McCartney and Adele
Are strolling past
They see us, come over
And sing us an impromptu duet
Of a song Paul composes
For us, on the spot
And I’m thinking
Life doesn’t get any better than this.

But they have a date
At La Flèche d’Or in Paris
Playing to an intimate gathering
Of the world’s movers and shakers
They leave, with our friend
And I get another text,
The win on the Euromillions
Was only a few Euros after all
Now the band play their last number
And begin to pack away
And we finish the bottle of wine

The last of the sun
Slips from the apricot sky
Darkening the ancient buildings
Of warm stone
And wife and I
Look into one another’s eyes
And kiss
And I’m thinking,
Do you know what?

It really was a great shame about
that text.

4 comments:

Roger Stevens said...

Maybe the funny was a cop out. Should have stuck with the sentiment? You decide.

Wastedpapiers said...
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Wastedpapiers said...

I like the funny version and then again... I like the sentimental version. There's only one way to find out...

Stuart Randall said...

Well I was enjoying it all the way through and the ending really made me chuckle. I almost spat out some coffee and people at work looked across at me.
So I think all in all, the comedic ending is perfect