Six in Six

Six in Six                                   May 18, 2007

 

A sip of wine

Makes me bushed by nine,

And I digress to another order.

The lady in her mink

Flashes me a quick wink,

Nature's invite to slide on over.

 

It was unplanned,

Never made a dent in the sand,

Not an etch in my notebook.

You'll never know

When love will grow.

I never even bothered to look.

 

She was sweet,

And her countenance was neat,

So soft, so debonair.

Who am I

To draw pictures in the sky

And give God that insolent stare?

 

Cloud nine floats

Like a grazing herd of goats.

So natural.  So unique.

Shedding a tear,

I've nothing more to fear,

Though I confess to feeling weak.

 

I'm at her behest

And I'm doing my best

To tickle her fancy shoes.

I don't care,

For she's so fair,

I haven't a thing to lose.

 

One more time,

And a few more dime,

Then it's off to the launching pad.

'Til tomorrow breaks,

For goodness sakes,

I'll endeavor in this new fad.