The softness has,
for many decades since,
stayed in my mind.
A gentle curve
The system did not like to see
my fingers hit the wipe-out key.
Delete, it seems is left to those
who have a super-touchy nose.
I asked you to suggest what I could do
to lift your spirits, make your life a fete,
I figured that by now you likely knew
what makes you tick and keeps you in the state.
How can you say you're shy
When things you've said to me
I'd sent it to you, longhand mostly,
forgetting that you would prefer
the English version, blow me down,
had spent a week to translate all
I had a dream, a strange and scaringly exotic dream.
On granite steps I sat, awaiting precious mail,
I'd worked on it, that new and crazy scheme,
It could, if God was game, perhaps, prevail.
White puffs of steam rose in the valley at the forest's edge
while from the peaks of milky mountains trickled rivulets of wet.
His senses stirred now, he descended to inspect the scruffy hedge
where blue flowers marked the fountain where their destinies had met.
McCain, McCain, you are running in vain!
And you are in this national drama,
how hillariously (!) funny and a little insane,
cheer the pigmented warrior Obama.
Poor advice may be
what can be had for pennies.
A real bargain.