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Monday, 25 February 2013
When the top supporting actor went missing!
I had a fever once,
dreamed I was ill,
a dromedary came
with drawers in its hump --
one either side --
with medicines for cure
and phials for suicide
and first-aid kits
and tennis balls.
Then with the fever gone
I wrote it up.
A T.V. script. Speech
to the left and visuals right --
I knew no more than that --
and posted it as an idea
to one I knew
would see at once
to Michael Bentine's It's
a Square World. Just
his zany sort of thing!
It didn't make my name. Alas,
too late, I see the reason why.
My main protagonist escaped
my notice in the dream.
My Venus with her drawers! Now,
had I put her in, she with the dromedary, would
have zapped the world, no doubt!
I had not expected to be posting today, as some of you will have read in yesterday's post, but my plans having been changed for me, I offer this quickie as a response to the Mag's fantastic visual prompt here -- for which much thanks.