Mayonnaise in the dark…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s carefully selected colours are: Austrian amber, Polish pink, Finnish fawn, Venezuelan violet, Madagascan mauve, Romanian russet, Turkish turquoise, and French Polish.
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We are now all in, what seems to be called, ‘UK lockdown’.
Every three or four days, in the evening when everything is reasonably quiet and the streets are empty, I use my allotted outdoor ‘exercise hour’ to saunter into Dulltown city centre, to visit the big (now fenced off) supermarket to pick up some ‘necessary items’. Last night I was about half-way there when I spotted something – something orange in colour, coming up the pavement towards me; I couldn’t tell if it was walking, or if it was on wheels. It turned out to be a large bright orange plastic refuse sack – and it was walking, or rather shuffling.
When it got closer, I could see that it had two eye-holes cut into the front of it. I moved to one side so that it could pass at the regulation distance. As we got level it said, in a very stern male voice, ‘And where do you think you are going, sir?’
Instantly I recognised the voice as that of Tony Mayonnaise, failed poet from the glory days of the Hull Surrealist League.
I replied, ‘What the hell are you supposed to be – a bag of manure?’ There was a rustling of plastic, then a hand appeared from the opening at the bottom with a scruffy sheet of A4 in it – the hand held it up to the eye-holes, and Mayo announced, ‘This is my latest spoem (spoof poem), I’ll read it out to you – jot it down, you can put it on that awful blog-thing that you do…’ He then adopted a penetrating ‘Victorian actor’ voice and intoned the work slowly, and with lovely diction, so that I could get it down without any mistakes…

Mountain pie, dimpled arse-magnets.
Counterpane stench mould musings…
Yes, yes, yes! No, no, no! Yes, yes, yes!
Magnet stevedore rumba corks?
Musing now on petty no-no smiles.
….
Obelisk soup, corrugated arse jumpers.
Counterpane flapjack chrome decisions…
No, no, no! Yes, yes, yes! No, no, no!
Jumper racecourse foppish dice?
Decisions now on petty yes-yes frowns.
….
Steeple snack, speckled arse toppers.
Counterpane horseradish blame ideas…
Yes, yes, yes! No, no, no! Yes, yes, yes!
Topper spyglass dithering drunks?
Ideas now on petty no-no smiles.
….
Outcrop loaf, pitted arse roundels.
Counterpane fettle springboard considerations…
No, no, no! Yes, yes, yes! No, no, no!
Roundel dredged plasma cheeks?
Consideration now of petty yes-yes frowns.
….
Tony Mayonnaise. 2020.

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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5 Responses to Mayonnaise in the dark…

  1. Jheron Bash says:

    Oh dear, he’s getting better, that Tony. Don’t tell him I said so!

  2. David Manley says:

    I’m trusting that Doom is similarly OK? Mind I’m thinking Veronica & Monty will have been wise to vacate Manhattan…he has the cash I imagine!

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