VR said we all should write
something long and hard for thursday night
she said 5-7-5 was just too damn trite
but something wordy and dirty
would fit her just right

"I want the words laid down
like you just don't care
shake that spear
and pull my hair
I want a long hard bard
not some sympathy card
not some short haiku
like a boy would do
don't even try
to give me a limerick
and make me laugh
at your cute little... word trick

I don't want to fool around
I want you to go to town
give me the Ezra Pound
grinding down
making a guttural sound
when the cadence is found
no messing around

I want to HOWL like Al
on the sailor train
and wake up on my back
like Kerouac
with you hitting the beat
then hitting the street
while we 'look forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies'
I can't help it if I happen to like longevity guys
Aint no shame in wanting some size
or a nimble tongued son
to give me more than just a "little" fun
that isn't over just as soon
as it's begun

I don't want a nursery rhyme
No that won't be fun
I want you to make me forget I'm a mother
and remind me of how I got to be one
don't give me the words of a little child
talk like a man
til I go Wilde
although a tongue twister is fine
as long as somewhere down the line
you cut the play
and give me an epic lay."
...At least that's what I think she had to say.