Young Turks, Old Hands

Joe and Desiree checked into separate rooms
See you in the bar in ten minutes, shouted Joe
As he entered his executive suite

Thick towels, gold taps, king size bed
A fully tiled washroom
A separate dressing area

Joe threw his bag on the bed
He had a quick wash, then, unable to settle
He set off to find the bar

Desiree had none of Joe’ unease
Her unpacking was done with care
Even for an untidy girl

She liked to keep her clothes without creases
She started the bath running, poured in
The full complimentary bottle of sultry soak

She found a radio station...

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Talent

Philip and Vanessa had worked together
To set out strategic, operational details
She had been instrumental

In removing certain cabinet ministers
She knew how the establishment functioned
And she damned well knew how to manipulate it

Academia would be no different
She would be a natural, so Tom thought
Desiree’s only a girl Tom

They will tear her to pieces
Unless she sets herself up as untouchable
That is what we have to make her

Impregnable, reliable, forceful, tough
And only the disaffected youth
Only the youngsters without hope

Only they, once they know who’s side we’re on
Only they can make that happen...

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Return Journeys

Joe waved, and smiled
As he saw Julie already on the train
Who was that, asked Desiree
In a questioning almost sullen voice

Joe realised that he had, after all
Not quite lost control

Tom and Vanessa had taken the car
Their trip to London would be quicker
Than the train, fortunately, for Tom
The coupe was really only for two people

That is if they wanted to comfortable
And that was what Tom sought right now

To be comfortable again
You should have told me about him you know
Both you and Desiree...

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Paternal

Joe explained to Vanessa
That he had come down on the train
On speck like, unexpected

Desiree is upstairs, asleep, at the moment Joe
You did say Joe, didn’t you.
I suppose you had better come in

Take a seat in the conservatory
I’ll make some tea
You must need something to eat, is cake ok

Already she was becoming a mother to Joe
Are you at college together
Vanessa shouted out of the kitchen

Sort of
No, no not really...

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Opportunity Knocks

Aunt Vanessa was in the kitchen
When she heard the doorbell chime
Who was this, in mid-afternoon, she pondered

With the security chain in place she opened
The door a little way, and there she saw Joe
Of whom she knew nothing

Back up country, in Toms study, the phone rang
It was the Dean
We’ve got a slot at the Baccalaureate conference

It’s in London Tom, it’s the big one
Do you think you could persuade Desiree to take it
He asked, with an air of excitement in his voice

What, was Tom’s uninspired reply
The Dean drew breath, then spoke slowly...

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