Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Juniper Glass

Asimov Simpson ate sunflower petals
Without so much as a twin-tined fork,
Looking seawards through his juniper glass,
Thinking again of his day with Betty Brown.

Betty was pretty but a plain-thinking lass
Said she didn't hold with his juniper glass
And that sunflowers belonged int' vase
And that he could keep his twin-tined fork.

Asimov didn'y allow a disappointment frown
To wrinkle his thoughts on Betty Brown
But stole a sidelong peep at her bust
Averting his eye, as Betty saw his lust.

Betty knew what was what, that's for sure
But felt she shouldn't show him out the door
Not yet at any road, for he had brass
Being the only son of Seth Simpson Esquire
Lord and mine owner, with a touch of class.

Martin Delemare
1st August 2010