60's Cruising In Western Kansas

60's CRUSING IN WESTERN KANSAS Around the square, Camaros belching flame, in hot pursuit of Mustangs on the prowl, we'd change the rules but never change the game and love was what brought on the midnight howl! Two sisters in a Plymouth, Daddy's curse; hair rolled up tight into a flowered bun, with gold from Colorado for their thirst, would look much better as the night drove on; and at the magic moment, loosed the hair-- the swap was on--and to the back seat of the rolling boudoir waiting for them there, as echoed from the pipes, the sound of love! Their skinny feet left marks of show and tell; For weeks the boys would pray, she wouldn't swell. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet