Reality TV (Life Poem)
Dinner, Dafney hot, courtyard cool and civilized,
Fettuccini fabulous, guest glamorous and glowing,
Eyes starlike smiling, pulpo carpaccio savoured.
Reality will bite in next week’s jungle game.
Imagination runs riot, perfect picture of dinner
For ants, ambling in forbidden places, ouch.
Coiffeurless, bad-hair-day, dishevelled demon,
Boredom, book, arachnophobia perhaps, escape.
Red carpet missed, pampering needed, tranquilo.
poem by Ian Beckett
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