Merry Go Round

Have a little drinkie poo.
See through all this peek a boo.
Remember when you had the moves?
All your needles fit the grooves.

What about tonight, my dear?
We'll toast from goblets, crystal clear.
Let's drink our health and down the hatch.
Aren't we a stylish match?

Dear beloved, you hold the key
To my unhappiness and misery.
All your wishes against my wants.
We're a prickly pair of bon vivants.

Through your eyes, you look at me
And envision what this life could be
Without a collar around your throat.
A string bikini in a winter coat.

A pity that I just can't stay.
The tides have turned and rolled away.
Out beyond the bright horizon,
Lies what I've been fantasizing.

It's your turn, now, to hear the bell,
I ring from where I live to tell.
All because I took a chance,
It's now become my floor to dance.

Come, come, my dear, pick yourself up.
There's still some champagne in the cup.
Show the doctor where it hurts.
Your banquet's over, just desserts.

9/20/26