Monday, April 16, 2012
Splash du Jour: Monday
Old Mr. Prickly Pin
You know that the blue is clashing so.
Tell us all who loaned you those shoes.
Hiding the sides of them now, are you?
Not a bit of it...
Brother, how your heels were clicking.
The jigs reeled, and you swung many a miss.
Whence the reticence now then, Prickly?
Let me catch my breath...
The grandness of it all caught up to you?
Rising above your station you were. Tell us.
Thinking yourself above the species rodent?
Please, lads… [Accepts a drink offered.]
The last one you swung sailed off in a swoon.
By God, the one before fainted straightaway.
I daresay I see sweat on your whiskers.
Hush. Give me some air, you imbeciles.
He grabs a girl as the fiddler strings his bow.
My back paws were sore is all.
The sun rose before Prickly danced them all.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --
Have a great Monday!