A sweet young bank teller named Doris
Had a crush on her co-worker, Boris.
But one day while at work
The young clerk went berserk
When she caught Boris banging the manager, Morris.
Doris' secret admirer, Dan Danson,
Was swarthy, tall, and roguishly handsome.
But the next day while at work,
This clerk, too, went berserk,
Took an ATM hostage and held it for ransom.
Dan was embarrassed, didn't want to be caught,
And was going to shut himself up in the vault,
But Boris told him to run,
While Morris called 9-1-1,
And Doris flatly declared that it wasn't her fault.
When the S.W.A.T. team arrived on the scene,
They found everything calm and serene.
Boris told the S.W.A.T. captain that Dan
Had taken both Doris and Morris' van
And fled with the cash from the money machine.
Doris' version, when caught, was more exculpatory
And dripping with details more lurid than gory.
She'd plotted with Dan to create this diversion
To rescue her from that den of perversion,
And now Boris, and Morris, and Doris, and Dan
Are suing each other for the rights to the story.
“Sunshine Superman and the Oriental Nightfish”
Mellow Yellow
cool for katz,
is chillin’
with his dream,
Oriental Nightfish,
in her universe
Wings,
he thinks
will work,
his way
into
my love,
good
for flirtatious
vagabonds
there
we have it,
his audacious gift,
the mind
of a
wondering
tom cat
that indolent
purring
kissing critique
the love cat
bats his lashes
gingerly
tap dancing
roguishly again
across his keys
sensationally
loud yet
quiet
changing up
his m.o.
he slides over
to Disraeli Gears,
boom boom -
then he’s gone all
animal
the sunshine
of my love,
is his cream
the love cat
bats his lashes
tap dancing
across
his keys
to you,
that
sunshine superman
he’s thinking
a dangerous thing,
he’s about to go ...
all Bolan
Children of the Revolution
boom boom boom boom
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Rupert Valentino, The Ritz, a Thursday evening, 2022.
Kissing
A brushing against one another
Of two pairs of lips
That some inner fire kindles
In their owners
Or simply their tongues
Gives inter-locking chances.
A contact quite in order
Between two bilabials obeying some tips
That no dignity dwindles
Nor Holy Moaners
Of the highest rungs
Offer a reason for war dances.
Kissing is a love-fuelling foreplay
For all lips save the hard-baked clay;
Roguishly good at ending a fray
And much awaited like juices on a tray.
A lot couples and partners miss,
When they frivolously forget to kiss;
With frequent releases of a hurting hiss
Enthroning a world of ***** bliss.
Kissing, shortly after an arrival,
Is the Best of Welcome
And ahead of a separating travel
The finest of farewells.
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