scooby don’t

It’s fifty years since Daphne snapped
finally unwrapped
the scarf from her head
kicked Shaggy in the nuts and strangled Fred
hotwired the mystery machine
with a bent bobby pin
and disappeared in a cloud of smoke
East as far as Roanoke

Velma
finally caught up with her
in nineteen ninety four
surprised her on the floor
of a haunted old department store
and after the initial shock
they took a walk round the block
went for a coffee
to see
how things stood
and all in all it was surprisingly good
without the cartoon dog, the stoner
the preppy boner
Daphne said she’d phone her
and a coupla days later – she did!
and now they live together completely off grid
in a pension in Chinchón, south of Madrid