MVO: Perfect you say. As you soak in, another warm evening. The usual stuff of the Riviera. On which lie your yachts. Chartered. Parked right outside your villa, sorry mansion, er palace.
SFX: Door bell
MVO: Within which hangs Rembrandts on your walls. As you gaze at your friends sipping the vintagest wine. Nibbling on Hors de’oeuvres. Merci. They raise your Italian crystals. With a toast in thy name. Cheers. Only to be briefly interrupted by the pitter patter of your pampered pooch Princess Poodleicious playfully running and slobbering your face with affection.
SFX: KNOCK KNOCK
MVO: Polaris and Ursa Minor cross paths. And you lose it all. Poof. A bad hand. Bad day. Bad luck.
Perfect you sigh. As you soak, in another hot evening. The usual stuff of the back alleys. In which lies your hatchback. Rented. Parked a few blocks outside your house, sorry apartment, er room.
SFX: DOOR BELL
MVO: Within which hang torn curtains by the walls. As you gaze at strangers sipping the vintagest milk. Nibbling on optimism. Mercy. You raise your hopes. With a toast in thy name. Buttered. Only to be briefly interrupted by the pitter patter of your pampered pooch Princess Poodleicious playfully running and slobbering your face with affection.
ANN: Tasty Dog Chow from Purina. Love them, as they love you.