Will you take me far from here
Wrap my feet in lily pads
Hold me when I start to fear
Plaid stocking on whiskered lads?
Will you sing your merriment
Kiss my ears with boutonnieres
Take me where the sun’s been rent
Raincoats marked by angels’ tears?
Will you bless me in the snow
Breathe your spirit into mine
Throw me to a bed of blow
And ravish me for a sign?
Or will you render me moot
Stab what’s left of your third eye
Snuff out the wax with your soot
And cast me with a white lye?
Little lies and marmalade
Salted buttered toffee Tums
What’s left when my bed’s been made
And my escape’s short of sums.
Still I ask these questions fair
Will you, Will you, Will you, please
My upturned eyes a loud stare
Your high glance a lover’s tease.
All the while I itch my feet
‘Neath my lily pad stocking
And dream of the tinseled sweet
Your face traced in old caulking.