04-30-2017, 10:42 AM
Carny Night
Our love was like a carnival, my dear:
tableau vivants joined swiftly in our dash
from ticket booth to midway running rash
and breathless, thoughtless in our mad career.
We each played carny talker with a flash
of innuendo on the Internet;
I posed as Strong Man, muscles pumped and set
to your snake-charmer, limber-limbed and brash.
Then, Tattooed Lady, you showed on a bet
your tramp-stamp butterfly; we tucked in quick
balloons and spicy something-on-a stick
then went our ways as if we’d never met.
Our carnival has journeyed on, my dear,
but we could play its parts again this year.
Our love was like a carnival, my dear:
tableau vivants joined swiftly in our dash
from ticket booth to midway running rash
and breathless, thoughtless in our mad career.
We each played carny talker with a flash
of innuendo on the Internet;
I posed as Strong Man, muscles pumped and set
to your snake-charmer, limber-limbed and brash.
Then, Tattooed Lady, you showed on a bet
your tramp-stamp butterfly; we tucked in quick
balloons and spicy something-on-a stick
then went our ways as if we’d never met.
Our carnival has journeyed on, my dear,
but we could play its parts again this year.
Non-practicing atheist