I had hired a brokerage.
Now I’m only broker. Rage!
Liked to tease.
Crept upon Diogenes.
“Cynic! Down! Upon thy knees!
“Douse thy lantern, for thou sees
“An honest man, I, Socrates.”
Probability master, Pascal,
Calculated a pass at a gal.
“I’ve got a queer grin.
“The odds are thus thin.
“I’ve a better chance with a gay pal.”
I paid to travel down the Ganges.
The trip was canceled ere it began. Geez!
As I drive off to join again
My lover in the home,
I’m Lazarus, amazéd at
Fresh air outside the tomb.
Her hourglass is timelessness
No lens shall put to film.
She hugs me tight, my heart to bless,
For sweetness is her realm.
Monty Chris: a whistler.
He towed a Monte Cristo tome to home.
Monty Chris towed Monte Cristo!
–to the bistro, whistling.
The Thistle Bistro.
Monty Chris, he owns two pistols.
Each a crystal pistol
Crafted to sequester kestrels.
Monty Chris towed Monte Cristo, whistling, toting to The Thistle Bistro crystal pistols.
Don’t you taunt Deb, a debutante.
Debutantes’ he-man haunt.
He-man haunt for man-hunters.
Deb debuts to Herman he-man!
He-man Herman is a seaman.
He-man seaman Herman is so debonair.
Puts Deb on air!
Of all of the cat kingdom’s paucities
That lie in the onerous laws, kitties,
Passed by the hogs
Adjured by the dogs:
The ban of construction of paw cities.
She dozed a Sunday morning
As two cats dozed along.
Each head aligned along the sheets —
Their respiration, song!
Fitting, then, that near her breast
Lay mystic Emily.
Orson, farthest, proved the test:
A sleepy syzygy!