Winged Things That Reek Of Myrrh
In dreams of dimes and happenstance
In Kansas City once
I strode beneath the Plaza Lights
In glitt'ring frock and footless tights
(One of my many stunts)
A hapless medley made from chance
In Tulsa long ago
Transformed the history of pop
And made my mother date a fop
(Why did he call her 'ho?)
And in some pancreatic dance
In Yalta yesteryear
It seemed the very Earth stood still
And penguins, on some distant hill
(Ellipses should go here)
Novitiates might look askance
In New York City now
The swarming crowds, the dropping ball
The mayhem of the shopping mall
(And Dick Clark there somehow)
| Contributors: | Kansas Sam, Apsley, Chevalier, F, loaf, will h. |
| Poem finished: | 2nd January 2006 by F. |