Roadway Runway
Just ahead down the road a way
Queen Anne rides her florid carriage
tossing lacy garments out the window
frilly-white landing by the roadside
The carriage of course is pulled by mares
clicking their hooves like they were some
courtesan's castanets and kicking their legs high,
like line-dancers kicking a French can-can
Apparently Anne and her consorts
wear quite a bit of lace to toss copiously
out of the gilded carriage window
laughing gayly as they peel off another
White-laced garter ringing down green ways
judging from the profusion
of sensuous roadside attractions
swaying my pleasures from side to side
I'm hoping to catch glimpses of the entourage
if I proceed before the runway without delay
toward the teased creamy-white notion of
a thrill frilled afternoon ride still flowering
© Goode Guy 2012-06-14
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daucus_carota
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:QueenAnnsLace.jpg
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