Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid No. 6: SWIGGY!
Swiggy S'Wailoh showed up at the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per/big screen TV). He's a "cross-dresser" from CAPE TOWN, South Africa. I can't honestly tell you if he's, infact black or white? -best described as TWO-TONE, a.k.a.: "I've been riding a CAMEL with Bedouin pals 'cross the SINAI for 3 weeks...OR!...he fell asleep - after too many Martinis - in some sun-tan lounge this side of TEL AVIV?
(I believe/CAN conceive both stories?) Anyways, he (SWIGGY), he's "dat kind'a Cat!":
If YOU have a black dog? HE has a white one.
...I happened to mention that BILL-BLIND-BILL (and me) had just published a "Samba" and, Swiggy - not to be out-done, immediately composed, insisting I publish, the following:
"I got NO dosh (cash)
I think your dad's a Cop?
I guess I'm on the run;
can we play Gin-rum
and have some fun;
burning down the house?"
(chorus, I guess:)
"Oh! Don't ya
want me? Oh! -don't ya care?"
(2nd verse:)
" I'm the ZULU dude
from old NATAL
bongo-ed to ma knees.
I'm the Swiggy dude;
I am all you need!"
........Swiggy - god bless him, doesn't let you forget. He hugs/glad hands everyone you know; HUGS the goddamn World! But before he travels on, like a lone wolf, he spies out-and pisses on every nearby tree and marks his spot.
PS: He left a travel bag full of Givenchy-Armani-Dior evening gowns: to where or to whom do I forward? ...None of them fit me!?...
c 2013/davedelacroix/June/piacenza-italia
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