Mr. and Mrs. Agelast

By TMS Staff
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Artwork by Anuje Farhung

Andy the Agelast sat upright and fat

drinking his shoddy sherbat

writing the usual boondoggle

his grand “enterprising” this that.

Rubbing his bibcock nose

he looks up and says,

“the moment to be seized is here!

If we work together there’s nothing to fear!”

His clattering clichés

try hard to climb

and jump on their ears, but they are

too busy in a game of boggle over beer.

Till of course she walks in,

typewriter, glasses and tights.

Lady dear Lady dear,

all mellifluous, spectacular

in watery white. She takes her time

placing herself, lambently divine.

All the while he is dandling

his philosophies up and down,

sifting swiftly for fitting words

that define the beauty of his science.

He is about to clumsily pour them another

one of his explanatory whines,

but it is met with Mrs. Agelast:

small and stiff like a swizzle stick.

Akimbo she stands, then arms fescue-like,

guide him along big words,

eyeing them to dare draggle his visions

in sniggers. So they hold

their hearts, widen their ears and

footle the remaining night

in flummery and hidden stares.

~ Mavra Rana Tanweer

 

Mavra Rana Tanveer’s life and work are based in Lahore. She studies and teaches literatures and cultural studies. Some of her creative and research work can be found in The Maya Tree Liberal Arts Review.

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