funny fantasies are never so real as oldstyle romances
where the hero has a heroine who has
long black braids and lets
nobody
kiss her ever
and everybody's trying all the time to
run away with her
and the hero is always drawing his
(sic) sword and
tilting at ginmills and
forever telling her he
loves her and has only honorable intentions and
honorable mentions
and no one ever beats him at
anything
but then finally one day
she who has always been so timid
offs with her glove and says
(though not in so many big words)
Let's lie down somewheres
baby
See
it was like this when
we waltz into this place
a couple of Papish cats
is doing an Aztec two-step
And I says
Dad let's cut
but then this dame
comes up behind me see
and says
You and me could really exist
Wow I says
Only the next day
she has bad teeth
and really hates
poetry