Polystyrene love

/ Doug Jacquier

This piece of rubbish was written for this week’s Unicorn Challenge to come up with 250 words inspired by a photo prompt.

Polystyrene love

I thought I was Mark Antony and she was my Cleopatra

but she preferred her needles.

I thought I was Napoleon and she was my Josephine

but she threw me in the loo water.

I thought I was Paris and she was my Helen

but she left me plastered in Troy.

I thought I was Percy Shelley and she was my Mary

but she ran off with Frankenstein.

I thought I was King Edward VIII and she was Wallis Simpson

but she only wanted my crown jewels.

I thought I was Pierre Curie and she was my Marie

but she only radiated poison.

I thought I was Prince Albert and she was my Queen Victoria

but she made sure we were not amused.

I thought I was Clyde and she was my Bonnie

but then she shot through.

I thought I was Johnny Cash and she was my June Carter

but then she made me walk the line.

I thought I was Romeo and she was my Juliet

but that proved to be a dead end.

I thought I was F. Scott and she was my Zelda

but she only wanted Gatsby.

I thought I was George Burns and she was my Gracie Allen

but she only wanted to say goodnight.

I thought I was John Lennon and she was my Yoko

but she couldn’t imagine it.

I thought I was Bogart and she was my Bacall

but she just wanted a big sleep.

Polyamory? More like polystyrene.

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