Late-Night Tv Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Color me green and we will
Play
On the back of a match-stick
Pony.

I’ll hold your hand
As you read Ayn Rand
In a lightning storm
Lounging in the ash of Pompeii.

Kneeling low,
I’ll receive the
Bright-hoofed blow,
But will remain conscious
Long enough
To as you to marry.

You’ll answer yes
Because it is best when
You can agree.

Then we’ll recline in the
Sea;
You’ll answer to me
As we watch the Roman
Navy invading Bali
Like a show on late-night TV.