The Kimono (Madam Butterfly not here).

Doggerel Dave

It was just too easy, that internet shop -

Bought a kimono a week last Thursday.

I wore one once, (don’t speculate, now stop) -

Perhaps I’ll disclose along the way…..

I will feel strong and free, no longer flop

In the heat and humidity. I fray

Until I make my choice from two and drop

Black (funerial), take light red, a colour play...


Arrival - opened – the brightness of the red

Swamped the eye, into every corner bled.

But worn I don’t notice; I have some peace -

Just a cool dude on my lounge – comfort, release.


Then last night a dream, recurring it seemed:

Fire alarm - second floor - evacuate –

Short sighted Fire Warden – sees me – creamed –

I’m wheeled to the mortuary - covered in toxic fire-retardant phosphate ……..

  • Author: Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 24th, 2023 01:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: Delinquent pace and rhyming. More notes below.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 32


  • Doggerel Dave

    So there you have it: Madam Butterfly was not involved in the making of this story.
    Third line disclosure: discovered bottom of old suitcase I hadn’t opened in years, the kimono a present from my mother thirty years ago after her Japan trip. No hanky-panky with Madam Butterfly.
    I thank you for your call: but understand right from the beginning, Madam Butterfly had absolutely nothing to do with this piece (how many times do I have to tell ya….??)

  • Goldfinch60

    It was a 'Fine Day' when your mother gave you that kimono Dave.


    • Doggerel Dave

      I tried it on at the time , but my younger self could not seem to incorporate it into my 'wardrobe' 🙂 at that time....

      Great music powerful but terrible story. Thanks Andy.

    • Neville

      for phosphate mate wot were ya thinking abate .. woaha .. don't even go there .. 👘that blue thing between there .. & that is meant to be a kimono 🙂

      • Doggerel Dave

        But I did, and came back from the brink.
        Rhyming can be enlightening but also a pain.
        Enlightening when the only available word forces a rethink of the whole line and a new direction, etc.
        A pain when (as in this case) the most obvious rhymer was too obvious, and although has other slightly less apparent connotations, when tenuously connected to ‘creamed’ (there meaning beaten, finished off) …. was just not where I wanted to go. Google search loosely referred to phosphate as fire retardant…

      • sorenbarrett

        Dave this one led me in several directions. I guess in all the smoke I couldn't find the doors. As the last door opened and the smoke cleared it left an image branded in my brain. Amusing Dave.

        • Doggerel Dave

          Not sure it was amusing with all that smoke and confusion, Soren. Meant to be an over extended joke (though the facts are basically true) I meant no harm, nor had I any intention to injure or offend anyone. Thanks for the read.

          • Doggerel Dave

            Trying to reduce the smoke (without the help of the fire warden) Thankful for the delete button as there's quite possibly further corrections to be made.....Thanks again for the honest feedback, Soren.

          • Lorna

            I'm not sure if it was supposed to but the ending made me laugh out loud.... thanks for that!

            • Doggerel Dave

              Lorna, you and I have hearts beating in complete synchronicity. Intended as extended joke from a true situation. Mixed results. Gratified beyond all measure.

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