Waterslide Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I watched you go,
slide down the waterfall,
your headlights leading
perky
and your legs apart,
all wrapped
and held together
like a package
from the Vatican,
where ruby red
means celibacy,
by the most beautiful
of bums
these eyes have ever seen.

Will you remind me
to apply
tomorrow
for the annual pass,
so I can sit
behind you
real close?
Ride out the times of strife
and watch your back,
what do you say,
they'll close the slide
the end of May.