Ode To Ideals Poem by Lex Taylor

Oh my adored, passing, tourist lassies,
And my model, worshiped, billboard damsels,
With friendly, about town, style that agrees,
And mangler deities, and heartsick angels...
My mulierose velleities took the plunge,
Craving for soft, loving rubs of elbows,
That would at least justify our travels.
I send you clean flirtations to challenge,
Your petal eyes of demi-goddesses,
Which are great beacons for my bad phases.
Pursuing you, most honorable of causes,
I love the high ideals you represent.
Tender memories I dearly apprize,
Have evolved from beliefs to purposes,
And incitement which nothing can dent.
Not expecting anything like replies,
I promise we'll always live in dreamland...
I am, for names that I know or don't,
For aye entranced in longing for you and
Indebted to your carefree winsomeness.