twiffal wiffaul
A Purple and Cream (finely tuned) Bassoon
_____Glissando___________________________
She stood smiling eager to please
what could break his spirt
would be the same thing
to make most of us smile.
She had wore his jumper
his toque, slept on his chesterfield.
In the morning she put
on her runners
and took the Lorry to town.
a boxed ended lorry,
she was to appear
at the Amargosa Opera House.
I heard she was to sing. A great story
it got the conversation going.
They put a chesterfield in
the lorry and knitted poncho's
while in route.The Caribbean Guy stood beside her
I heard them sing they
were a marvelous bunch weren't they? Me belief was
he found her attractive as too she to him.
The photo of her in her runners and nothing else,
quite beautiful isn't she. They tossed
coins and bills toward her
whilest she lifted her gown
to amuse them. A rather lovely sort.
Sultry and alluring are words that best describe the
lorry ride. An evening of "Libretto & Themes".
Love sorted the bunch. Standing there in only a poncho
I proud and eager:making prompts for the night were
they would sing. I told her "Happy Birthday"
While we listened to an Orchestra mimic
the Neigh's of horses panting in the Desert air.
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2025
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