Brave Dave Poem by John Sensele

From the cradle to a crave
Distances from decisions to discipline
Ought to make you brave or a grave
Dares to bake, fake and stake too much sin and din.

From the cradle to a craze
Proportions in relation to your sense of shame
Ought to prevent you from gazing at the maze
Of the nude body from a dressless dame.

From the cradle to calumny
Instances imbued with circumstances circled in odium
Ought to jeopardize juggling with jesters in Brittany
Where you earn a sham shindig on a tedium podium.

From the cradle to a kiss
Circumstances that circumvent decorum
Ought to curtail bliss
Secured surreptitiously when you lace a bimbo's coke with rustic rum.