Joe Orton’s Wedding

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At Joe Orton's wedding The bride wore black Death caught the discarded bouquet The marriage was consumated In a gentleman's loo on the way Joe pulled out a plum From the bitter tart As the honeymoon sank in the West Til death us do part Rice paper heart Old, borrowed and blue Laid to rest To wait in the wings of a shadow Catching only the spray from each splash In the sun by a swimming pool in Tangier Black gags having turned to green cash The bride became a burden A damper on champagne wit Living in fear of every taboo On which, Joe, with ink, would spit "Mister Sloane, I have a problem It's about the trouble and strife" "Forget it, come to a party But for Heaven's sake, don't bring the wife!" Mrs. Orton penned the ending The final play for today Putting faith in nembrutals And a hammer to keep it that way A drag on the closing curtain Michelangelo's David saw all Double death real life drama Observed by the eyes on a wall