Once Upon a Tablecloth
My upon my
How the morning
It did come
Once more upon me
Twas like a landslide
Or some flash flood
Crashing down without
So much a
Blooming warning
And whereupon my
Senses
They did all explode
Laugh you not though
All ye lads and doxies
For twas then
I spied a bank of
Tall mirrors gawping
Happenstance
Reflected and refracted
In the distance
Yes twas there
I saw her lying
Pon a white and blue
Check table cloth and true
Twas there for sure
I saw her fingers
Slowly drawing
Perfect circles
Pon belly flat and
Of course
Her very own
Milk white thighs
Yes twas then
She thought
None but the birds
And bees and sheep
And sky
Were watching
But I knew
Indeed I saw
While all the time
Close by
I watched and whispered
Through cupped hands
And to the wind
Mind
Come hither love
Come here enjoy me
One more time
I plead and beg thee
Before I bid
A fond goodbye