Dressed to the nines the envy of tall pines,
This tree on the sidelines others outshines.
Flashing new colors of red, orange and gold.
Proud as a peacock, standing tall and bold.
But then a gust removes a garment stitch.
Brings back a previous embarrassing glitch.
Showing how pride is fleeting and fragile.
When the dazzle travels and it all unravels.
If only these limbs would bend at the elbow.
I could avoid those looks with raised eyebrows.
But instead I stand there bare
Pretending others won’t stare.
Of all the times to loose
Your treasured clothes would choose,
Not when the temperature drops.
But a different season one would opt.
Alast my duds arrive in buds
And once again I blend in with studs.
Clothed in a velvet green suit
A forest green fedora to boot.
Carefree Summer of long days and short nights.
Kids climbing up to retreive their lost kites.
Or sweethearts leaving their initials in bark.
Surrounded by that universal trademark.
Then I remember what previously happened.
When in horror my shirt lost a button.
I recall last Fall with a sheepish grin.
Oh my goodness, here it goes once again.
Ah my dear girl, how you show hidden treasure
In awesome and innocent ways
Small actions spark cold, thrilling pleasure
I pant at your power displays
Legs crossed to perfection, so cruelly they mock!
Lithe hands tug the cuff of blue jeans
Toes pointed slightly, you peel off your sock
Revealing your bare naked dream
Neglige' i bought earlier
Inspired my creative
Genius for
Hot and steamy, yet
Tasteless strip show
Cognac with our meal
Along with lingerie, spark such
Playful moods..
What’s his name? What’s his name?
I don’t know, I don’t know
Let me go, let me go
What’s his name?
Who Jim Crow, Joe Blow or John Doe,
Why do you ask me so, I don’t know?
Why do you hold me in this beau?
Even so, why you ask me something I don’t know?
Whoa holy Joe, I don’t know, no James Monroe.
Furthermo, I didn’t know he was in a picture show
With Little Joe and Little Big Toe!
Even so I didn’t know he was a tennis pro
Now on skid row and his wife working a strip show
I didn’t know!
So you gonna let me go?
Whoa, why you hit me in the stomach below
And caused my knees to hit the floor
Watch it bro, don’t hit me no mo
If you hit me again below, here’s how its gonna go
Like quid pro quo I’m lay low and sneak up on you like a
UFO stopping your show with a glide of an unexpected blow
Across the thing that help you go!
Then I’ll take an arrow and shoot you in every toe,
Just like a woman during her menstrual flow
You’re not gonna know what hit you bro
It will be like a hammer blow from your
Head to your toe
And this is what will happen if you don’t let me go!
Hello