Dancing With Me Wife In Piccadilly Poem by Paul Cormier

Plodding along on a retiree's chestnut poker,
A slight limp in my gait, I envy your alacrity
In airports, my dear, and here in Piccadilly,
Where, tempering impatience with good cheer,
You glide through a throng just like a jolly jill
Who, longlegging it across the sunbaked Outback,
Couldn't be happier if she broke out into show tunes!
With leopard's-spots canopy-sprung over volcanic terrain
'Mid the merry mob you barely hold off the torrid pour.
I'm wont to keep up, you might say, against the grain.