In New Orleans for some highjinks.
Here to rally ‘round the flag.
She’ll be open to suggestion
When I’ve got her bound and gagged.
I won’t need to solve the riddle
Of the chicken or the egg
To distinguish first from foremost
While I’m making Mandy beg.
You can bet your bottom dollar
Gonna taste forbidden fruit
On a fragrant bed of roses
In this house of ill repute.
Hog the limelight. Gild the lily.
Need to take her down a peg,
Teach her all the whys and wherefores
As I’m making Mandy beg.
There be rotten things in Denmark:
Humble pie and bathtub gin,
Sour grapes with gall & wormwood,
Magdalena’s Den of Sin.
Gonna need a pot to piss in.
Go and tap another keg.
She’ll be forced to face the music
When I’m making Mandy beg.
There’ll be ample food for thought
When I talk turkey with the cook.
I’ll be tickling her fancy
Till she babbles like a brook.
Then I’ll call her on the carpet
As the juice runs down her leg.
Demon rum, Miss Goodie Two-shoes,
I’m just making Mandy beg.
SEQUENCE PHRASIS II
Riding on the breeze,words that
boomerang,caught in a different
lens,leave the scene in a mosaic
of reflections.So many emotions,
aromas of love decayed,an evolving
spirit,a quest for beauty,a precise
image of a lost art.Perspective
brings contentment,a sea change
to turn the tide to a safer shore.
Such change may gild the lily or
sample error when it evolves by chance
awakening a wonder,dripping with
expression from old rhythms.
From my Fibonacci Sequence 2005
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro