Rob Schackne #483 - "A True And Fitting Thing" (redux)

A True And Fitting Thing


I once hooked up with a contortionist
Whack-o, she was an extended thirty-six
With legs that almost reached her middle
She cuddled my days and bent my nights
Each little move would bridge and stretch
We rolled from that one here to this one there
So unbelievable the circus was moved to cheer
May to December, sure it was crazy as a bucket
A bit wonderful, sure it was way out of hand
And the old sea sighed while it thought awhile
The birds were still, discursive in their nests
And a thing in nature stirred, then it stopped
A limb wobbled, a joint pulled that shouldn’t have
And a true and fitting thing was finally ended
They say to leave is just to run a little faster
There was a quick rescheduling of itineraries
She went away, later I gave up almost all her tricks
Well, I doubt I shall ever care so much again.