Fancy Free - Virelai

George asked for a date, supposing I’d wait all day. That morning at eight I stood by my gate; oy vey! He called and said, “Mate. I’ll be really late. OK?” His mate? I said, “Hey, your style’s not the way for me. I’ll go to the bay and find my friend Ray. Then we on jet skis will play.” (Ray’s gay I’d not say. Hee hee.) Ray’s such a sweet pea. We laughed with such glee, then ate buffet near the sea. I sure wish that he were straight! But some things can’t be; I stay fancy-free. That’s fate! (sure hope I did it right this time. My Virelai "Blue" was not done right) March 28, 2023 For the Write Me A Virelai Poetry Contest of Kim Rodrigues