ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Fingers of memory tickled my mind
as standing arms akimbo,
I watched with thoughts of an eye for an eye
as he walked the beach with that bimbo

who’d managed to get her foot in the door
and had taken the upper hand,
and quite won over the apple of my eye
when I’d thought that united we’d stand.

“Be still my beating heart.” I thought.
Keep your chin up girl … knuckle down.
A knee jerk reaction at this point in time
won’t make you the talk of the town.

I’ve just got to play it by ear for now,
but I reckon I’m in with a chance.
My guy’s got a roving eye you see,
But he always turns up for the dance.

Give him the boot, I reckon Wazza!

It's a long time since I've heard the expression "arms akimbo"! Wonder how many of the younger generation would even know what it means???

Cheers
Shelley

How fickle they are

Just tread on his foot at the dance with your stilettos - that will teach him.

Cheers

Terry

Ha ha thanks Terry and Shelley. Just thought I'd have a bit of fun with the prompt.
Shelley I remember from primary school when idioms and their meanings were a part of our English language learning but you hear them only from old codgers like me now. There are heaps of modern ones ... hit the sack, over the top, suck it up ... I guess that every generation invents its own.
wazza

Uuuuhm! I hope you colour co-ordinated your shoes with your gown Wazza bimbo's tend to go for the trashy look - class will win the day every time Was that the gay Mardi Gras dance you were going to?

A fun use of the prompts - well done

Maureen I dated a girl in my teens who liked to dance. It was an unusual arrangement. I'd take her to the dance. We'd have a dance together and then go our separate ways until the end of the night when we'd meet up and go home together. She always returned for the last dance ... not that that's got anything to do with the poem.

Original and lots of fun Wazza - I had to laugh at the 'arms akimbo' as many years ago in Moresby my husband came home very late one night with his mate and had apparently said to him, "She'll be at the back door, arms akimbo"...Why he said it I'm not sure, as it wasn't something I normally did so he was only joking...but for some reason that's exactly what I did that night, more or less with tongue in cheek though it was, and couldn't understand for the life of me why they couldn't stop laughing!

I don't think I have ever used the expression in normal conversation Catherine. Ha! Does that mean there's something abnormal about the language we sometimes use in poems?
Wazza