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The Clatter of Dancing Toes
Let us waltz in the moonlight
where the scatter bugs bleep
there we shall twinkle
and occasionally leap.
For are we not nice.
cheesy as Gruyère,
vim full of chuckles
and devil-may-care,
and if you being dinky
do never not mind
we are thin in the front
and fat behind.
Elastic,
and orgiastic
we will blitz out on cherries
lips so juicy and red.
footing drunkenly sideways,
and so, to bed.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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