My World For Good Enchained Poem by John Sensele

Oh, when I set eyes on Janice
My world wandered into wonderland
Dreaming, diving, driving, doodling, dodging a quirk kiss
I wished Janice couldn't plant on my garland

But in a haste I dared to taste
Her red lips
To sample the best
I thought her hip trips

Could offer to a tense lens
That couldn't see
How daft it turned out in the Benz
That in glee

Metamorphosed the break
I thought I'd gained
When her nimble neck
Had my world for good enchained.