Answer To Valsa George's Quest For An Anonymous Lover - Poem by David McLansky
As I stole into your garden
The conifers thick upon the margin;
Sharp with needles that pinched my skin
That didn't want to let me in;
Couldn't you have left the gate unlatched?
Why did I have to be pricked and scratched
Was this some form of test or hurdle
To prove my worth to access your girdle?
I saw you standing at your window
Framed in a yellow after glow;
I saw you unwrap your sari dress;
I saw your bosom and was quite impressed;
I tried to climb your latticed deck
A swarml of bees settled on my neck;
I lost my footing as they stung
And slipped down several wooden rungs;
Then I was surrounded by a canine pack
Who bared their teeth ready to attack;
Fortunately your husband came along,
And extricated me from their milling throng
I am too old for these mad excursions
I should seek out more safe diversions;
Perhaps I could join you for tea and scones
I'd be glad to visit when your husband's home.
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