OUR MAN in EUROPE: HOTEL DAVE: No. 33: BLACK DAHLIA...

OUR MAN in EUROPE: No. 33: BLACK DAHLIA........................................ ....I have a Bee in my bonnet.... I sing a song for a victim of murder.........Los Angeles, back in the 1940's..... She was fair but her flight was fancy; she was quite alone in the world with no-one to help.... Her hair was brilliant and sleek brunette. Her teeth "not good" and she had "infantile genetalia" (It's ON record)........ Her TRUE love, a USAF fighter pilot died fighting the Nazis; yet still, she advanced to immortality as the "Black Dahlia", by her despicable and tragic murder, later coyned by those scumbags in Hollywood: "The BLUE Dahlia", the movie, starring Alan Ladd........................... One night, getting no luck, she split a spiffy L.A. hotel bar, down by Hollywood & Vine....She wore a floral print dress, broad black belt and tight, white, ladies blouse; her limbs, tanned, I'm sure: she WAS demure...... Into the humid Californian night, she was never seen alive again........................ Some psycho butcher gave her a ride, strangled her, then carved her limbs, pride by pride........................ I have a Bee in my bonnet....Those missing kids - who USED to show up on your USA Milk carton...but DON'T do these days cos diary revenues plummeted because! - well, like the Black Dahlia; the Lost, mostly, deceased, societies unsung Hole; Delacroix, as no doubt you (WE DO!) weep......................................... For my new Italian friends? -I say "buona fortuna!"... Their children enchant the Earth... I? I fall breathless at their feet whilst THEY circle mine............. I have a Bee in my bonnet... When IT dies, probably, so will I. Meantime, the belladonnas, their children, cuckle and coo on the steps of the Palazzo Gottico. And, being the hot month of July, bronze limbs abound................... The Bee in my bonnet? OK. For now, I give it to U. c 2012/davedelacroix/Piacenza/Italia (in memorium: R.I.P sweet lady...)