Of Meg

When winter’s last chill blast,
Blew cold and frozed my ass,
A girl without one stole what protected mine,
In hopes that I would be more saccharine.
But even though she took my favourite coat,
I would not be Miss Perry’s pet stoat,
Patiently waiting for her to take my ermine coat,
And eating weevils.

And so though it meant an icy fate,
I rather tried to make her more irate,
For though I followed as a good stoat pet would,
My actions were straight out of the hood.
East Compton.
Biggie-style I jibed and quipped,
And verbal light fantastics tripped,
But as Notorious’ rhymes I got to know,
Other traits of his I began to show,
And so it should be no surprise,
That inattentiveness...brought on by arrogance...should also be my demise...
And so the woman with the scarlet hair,
Managed to lead me to her harlot’s lair.
I Loki in Loker.

I had laid no silver thread,
And so in her cretin’s labyrinth would soon be dead,
But as I stood awaiting my fate,
Wondering what twisted desire of hers I’d have to satiate,
I suddenly felt the chill fleeting,
In a manner too pleasant to be the central heating,
For I found a Cali girl had eclipsed her harlot’s moon,
And all at once sent me into a swoon.
For Meg is the sun,
And she’ll have fun fun fun...
I wish they all could be California.

And so for many months I’ve endured,
Kicks from Laura’s feet unpeticured,
All in hopes to get closer to that fire in the sky,
Always fearing that Icarine I’d fly.
How High?
Then just last week I got my first kiss,
And I have to say it was bliss,
But now I think she’s worried that “she’ll get in trouble,”
And that should something burst our burgeoning romantic bubble,
That the cream of our friendship will sour,
But without the taco improving power.
That the stoat will show his weasely traits,
And send out crazy love poems secretly filled with hate.
And so my position to solidify,
I’ve character witnesses who’ll testify.
That I make the best apple pie.

So let’s not say no go,
But let’s rather just take it slow,
For patience is a virtue and I’m in no hurry to compromise yours,
And gentle progress usually assures,
No hurt feelings if things go wrong,
Because no-one feels strung along.
But I think the feelings that are ensuing,
Are definitely worth pursuing,
For though I used to doubt it too,
Now I know our love is true,
Cause even when you send me dry e-mails about your internet connection,
Baby you still give me one hell of an erection.