DeVille

Think quick.
Make it stick.
Not that old trick,
But something slick,

Like bait and switch.
Ding dong ditch.
Now you see it,
Now you don’t.

Holy smokes,
You got me
Where you want me.
So why change the channel?

Cozy days in flannel sheets,
Now out on the streets
And gasping why.
Spy with my little eye

The truth hangs loose
Like a bloody tooth.
So say your sooth,
Then shut your mouth.

I took a chance.
I learned to dance.
I had my day.
It’s pay to play.

Balls don’t last forever.
Twinkling your light.
Waltzing through pleasure
For just one night

In shining armour
Was just a farmer,
With cows to milk
And pigs to slop.

His sword, a prop.
The carriage became a tractor,
of missed marriage.
Its' lord an actor.

Who felt like dancing
And silk tight prancing
For the sake of a crowd.
So now don’t frown.

You just fit the gown
And hopeful garter.
As times get harder
Learn not to linger

Or point your finger.
Though still be sad
That you were had
In a coup by a Cad.



9/24/20