Kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope
A man unsure of how to address women
walked into a tube of colored glasses
and bits of painted paper.
he was brought up as a Presbyterian, were
women were held in high esteem
wore long gloves when going to a ball.
He thought the color in the kaleidoscope
where tartish-like women dressed in red
standing on the pavement near a bar.
Yet he felt drawn to the colorful women
they exited him, unlike the young women
who looked dowdy at the church.
He thought of sin and a moral dilemma
should he pay a woman in a red dress
see what it was all about, the sex thing?
He did and had a hell of a time; he did
time and time again until the day crabs
danced on his eyebrows.
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