Dancing On Fences Poem by John Sensele

Dancing on fences makes fake sense
If wenches quench first thirsts in immense
Igloo when sows and cows choose to moo
And skies and spies try harder to make you blue.

Dancing on fences and prancing if perchance
The apple of you eye should steal a glance
That quickens your breath, brace and steel
Yourself as in fevers of confusion you quiver behind your wheel.

Dancing on fences declares null and void
Attempts of unkempt hair with no flair to avoid
Telling in symbols your feelings for the bimbo
Who visits sleep sights when you glide your hide in limbo.

Dancing on fences to despise prices of defences
You won't put up when sums of odious offences
Clutter visions of failed tuition missions
Unaccomplished, unpolished curse curves figments of imaginations.