Tell me where you've been
little bits of fishes hiding in
the milkmaid
the chambermaid
found me on the balcony
singing to Penelope
feasting on agony.
Andromeda is creeping
sneaking
closer to the Milky Way
and so I say hey,
to the master
the jester
who went to hide
in a pumpkin pie
so tired of being the bad guy.
Found the weasel word
that deterred
the sly concubine
she always said "he's mine"
but he rarely calls
hiding in Sioux Falls
looking for the outcome
the fat one
promised him an alibi
said she'd always stay tight
even on the full moon
the hot June
swooning in a monsoon.
Floating down the river
we had to deliver
blackbirds, bluebirds
the butcher overheard
us speaking of fish
and a wish
for a dove instead
of bed stained red
after a visit from Fred.
The end of a platonic year
brought us to the frontier
of Alabaster Alaska
instead of Nebraska
that squirmed its way
into my bouquet
that night of the soiree.
Back on the balcony
I say to Anthony:
get me out of this melody.
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it's a delightful read
xo!
--
an antique arms and armor expert
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