A Whiter Pale of U.
We flipped the Light-Whoosits, did the POGO on the floor, after Curry & Chips I got sick, so I called MEDICARE?
They said find Sixteen (16) Vestal Virgins, 2 aspirin & call me in the morning No worries". I could hear - on the pre-recorded phone response the slamming of the door!
So, being a Carpenter I built a BOX-6 feet long but thought about those 16 GALS, maybe, I might still get some "Amour"?
Of note, I never-ever get Sea-sick? I never-ever went to sea. But there's always a LADY to wreck your heart. some bounders to steal a MAID'S TOO
is what it means -WAILING...to U & Me. In retrospect, pathetic. It's tough to let it be: A shipwrecked Heart. A double-helix of UN-knowing swarms!!!
Antidote? Forget drugs. Stick with the VINO. (Write a bloody song!)
So, being a Carpenter, I THEN built TWO 6-foot-long BOXES (just in case), stuck'em on a big shelf just in case I wouldn't be alone (U never know). 16 Virgins in TWO BOXES was gonna be a bit of a squeeze, but Love conquers all! (Who writes this shit!?)
We TRIPPED, we FLIPPED the light-fandango, we POGO'D cross the floor. We were looking for OUR "Inner-YOU", a yearning for something more. You're eyes sad and blue, your face a whiter shade of U. This Song I give to U. A whiter shade, a que.
(Singing:) "If I was a Carpenter & U were a Lady? Would U marry me anyway? Would U be my Lady..."
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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