LEAVES AND OTHER HIDING PLACES
(A Dialog between Gary Jacobson and Nancy L. Meek)
O but that I were a leaf upon that tree...
Come down with the sole purpose but to comfort thee
To enwrap the subject
My predispositions suspect
To await here where 'tis soft abiding warmly
To of loving service be
Better here than on that tree
For here I am truly close to the heart of thee...
Bad Gary, bad Gary... slap my wrist...
Methinks a hand can do
What a leaf can do
And do it with prestidigitation
Verily the source of elation
The subject of deep contemplation
Gary the purveyor
Methinks you are too brave
And barely risking the grave
Such a bold way to be
Such a purveyor as thee
In another life, another time
But not here, not now, not in rhyme
Stop it, stop it, I can't stand myself
I must put the matter on the shelf
Turning Beet Red, I am
Lilripple
Most assuredly
Ambidextrously
Religiously
To better be able to skillfully
Albeit adroitly
Be the double dealer, see...
Gary the perceptive
I am blushing
With adrenalin rushing
Sharpening my shears
For whoever nears
Backed up against the wall
With no place to stand or fall
Reaching for the nearest tool
To protect the bloody jewel
Nancy, the nervous
Ah 'tis but supposition
Meaning no bold intention
No clumsy imposition
Just contemplating the eternal invention
A far off fancy
That 'tis yet rather chancy
Nay, nay, I am not brave
Just 'tis too late to properly behave
But let me get control of myself
Thee art right, put it on the shelf...
Gary the sleepy
Me, too, I'm ready to go to bed.
It's been fun
And it's been swell
I'm off to dreamland
Can't you tell?
Here's lookin' at you, I am
Nancy