It was a normal day
Like any other
Knee deep in chaos
And calls from his mother
George Romero had just flown back
A big game hunter who’d gone off-track
With a reputation of some renown
He caught a taxi into town
He’d come a long way on a wing and a song
The driver took a right but something was wrong
But George was dreaming with
His eyes wide open
Without the knowledge
Of what he needed then
George Romero’s destination
A pressing office obligation
Now just a shadow of his former self
Employees worried for his health
But neither George or friends
Knew what laid in store
Within the waiting room
Just behind the door
The day George Romero met Boom Boom Gecko
Is still talked about in hushed tones
The gossip mongers picked the bones
Of every sincere act
The first thing that dies is fact
Hounded when push comes to shove
Hypocrites wiped their feet on their love
Now Boom Boom Gecko
Was a Sydney beauty
A former door girl from
The Club Tutti Fruitti
George fell headfirst for Boom Boom’s charms
Some say he landed safe in her arms
Others snigger about the lonely wife
Who George fled from to save his life
Now he has found what he’d been looking for
With a girl like Boom Boom who could want for more
There’s a poet spewin’ up words
He can’t pronounce
And a sweet young chicken
Hawkin’ her ass for an ounce
A religious prisoner
Gets a knife in the back
And free falls as slowly
As Jack Kerouac
The day George Romero met Boom Boom Gecko
Is still talked about in hushed tones
The gossip mongers picked the bones
Of every sincere act
The first thing that dies is fact
Hounded when push comes to shove
Hypocrites wiped their feet on their love
(C) Frank Howson 2020
