Systemic Gouda
Stale cheese croutons in my jar
Sing of better times
I wonder where my marbles are?
I contemplate my crimes
While slouching at a dingy bar
Recalling warmer climes
And Rosie's tender kiss
Much younger then, w' wavy hair
And buns near-made of steel
That made me think I walked on air
(Sometimes I'd cop a feel)
We'd neck for hours, without a care
And often miss a meal
With Rosie, life was bliss
We set the date (I couldn't wait!)
June, the twenty-first
At the Solstice we would consecrate
And wedded, slake our thirst
By speeding on Love's Interstate
Until the rubber burst
Oh, Rosie do not hiss!
We had been married but a year
When Rosie sprang the news
It nearly made me spill my beer
(I reached for harder booze)
She'd fallen for a bombardier
How had I missed the clues?
How had it come to this?
Contributors: | Apsley, Beefy, Grayman, Roland, Evan, Helen Owly, F, will h, Karin, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 3rd February 2005 by F. |