See the slithering of the lover,
I think he’s angry at another.
He finds it hard to see the brie,
Overshadowed by the wine flowing free.
Who is that swimming near the shore?
I think she’d like to eat s’mores.
She is but a superior goddess,
Admired as she sits among the novice.
Her intelligent car is just a honey,
It needs no gas, it runs on smart money.
She’s not alone she brings lemon balm,
a pet lion, and lots of aplomb.
The lion likes to chase the empress,
Especially when she’s dressed to impress.
The lover shudders at the pretty lady,
He wants to understand her philosophy.
~Just L (September 10, 2018)