Twisted Notes
Blanc tiger lily floats en swimming pool
A LATE-NIGHT CABARET, HOME but not
Really ALONE
“Curiouser of tears and still more serious!?†Cried Alice.
(She so much was astonished, that for the moment,
She completely forgot her French).
What she saw, yes, a far cry from Normal.
It was the white rabbit, Wobbit,
Strolling slowly behind, rolling her Enfant Stroller
— perfectly still,
And impatiently looking after her stroller of puppies ~
Wobbit, yes, was approximating, checking her pocket watch,
As if she had lost something...
~Snip, snip ~
…but alors, you, my love,
D'Darlyn Anne,
How delighted now I am to see you.
I slowly turn again into our history,
Our story, where dinner has been readied,
Prepared all for you and me.
Our table set, white linen, silver glistens, a floral stem,
En hande, our toaste!** Each corner
Our table now anchored ~ 4 large stone monuments,
4 Guardian Gargoyles, to lime the hangar of tears
Per time inclément.
Yes, evening now ~
Our street shows our enriched potential ~
Our street lamp shines, a silver disc encircles, laces, describes
Our enchanted hours ~ spotlights
You & me.
~Snip, snip ~
[a harsh rapping sound
sounds]
* Knock? Knock! *
“Who there, who are you?†I ask.
“The Agent of Smith,†says he.
O know, think I.
“My D’Arlyn Anne, dinner,†I say, “Yes, hold
My bite ~ The Smith Agent, yes, with him,
I will deal expeditiously!â€
…etcetera…
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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