Mountain climbers,
Literate mimers
And iambic rhymers
At one point were
All first timers.
You can't look up.
Never look down.
Just don't get lost
Before you're found.
Nothing old.
Nothing borrowed.
Nothing blue.
No happy hello
Nor a pensive adieu.
What's a new boy
Gonna do?
Flash of creamy thigh;
A wistful sigh.
All in due time
Bye the bye.
Do you remember
How old you were?
Was it a quick shot
Or did you meander?
Were you sober?
Were you high?
Whistles and bells
As the train roared by?
A fresh canvass.
A hidden alcove
Somewhere near
that shaded grove.
Time it was
was such a time;
Hues you'd choose,
Mostly prime.
Verlaines and Rimbauds
with ribbons and bows.
Yeah, give me one of those.
