Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Lusty Young - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I imagine she used to be
A stewardess
But now she just floats around
The Christmas tree
And takes her top off
As I drink rum.

The penumbras of the ceiling fan
Moat our holidays,
And we don’t make a sound;
And yet we move
Just as cunningly as bush-hunters
With our pantomimes
Of the lusty young.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009



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