Caroline's Treasure Trove Poem by John Sensele

Once long ago in Togo Caroline curried a cargo
Filled with frills and spills
Only limpid love could convey in Congo
To bemuse and choose in deals

A lad could neither perfect nor reject
As his hustled heart helter skelter
Cruised to Caroline's sentimental subject
That in a satin sweater

Drove the lad insane
Wondering what measured pleasures Caroline
Would serve on a platonic plane
That flew ludicrous lovebirds to a lateral line

Of fleeting feelings the lad
Pondered as emotions swayed, swung and strove
For fancy fame all around him although the lad was glad
Caroline upon him bestowed a love treasure trove.