Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Luck Be a Lady One Day

 

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In the light of the silvery moon,

By the colors of the rainbow bridge,

Brightening me, enlightening me

To entertain you

By reading a poem about what I would choose:

The toe-picker on the bench,

Over a trip to the airport.

With most planes still grounded,

And the air, hot, around hangers,

And hangers on,

I would be spending the morning with hot Petunia

Than riding to watch a hag’s toe nailed,

But I am saving my energy for hot ‘Lanta

When all I get is Jehovah Witnesses,

Toeing the line of false propheteering.

They’d waste their time on a dubious Jew,  

So I told them where to go and what to do,

So I could talk to you, my friends, one or two,

About a pretty lady to spend a few hours with

In a hotel room,

One of these evenings,

Mornings, or afternoons…

Luck be a lady, I say,

Luck be a lady one day.

 

November 11, 2020

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