a Polari primer
I am vexed! Mincing down the tober, raging
like a nun in a dhobi machine. I caught ‘im
ogling an orderly daughter – betrayal
bold as a clashing roba!
I loved ‘im for yonks and never strayed.
Says he met that trade hoofing away in Heaven.
Says he didn’t know – but I could tell: lillylaw!
Muscles all over like slugs after rain.
What of the bijou flowery we’ve shared?
He doesn’t care – too naff now!
New trade’s got the dinari, treat him like a wife:
bona togs, bona grub, bona holibobs.
Yeah, sis, I’m out tonight. Need to screech
and scarper. Ogle some omi of me own.