“PAINT PARTIES R US” a poem September 16, 2019 (Monday)
Romantic Nights (or Days) of: Call’em(a)bus or pull ’em a train,
Or Paint ’em all over, without too much pain.
[Unbeknownst to most] PAINTED LADIES arrived in The Morn;
Morning has broken, and they are quite shorn.
So, the paint goes on, easily smooth and creaming;
We are The Knights, a-painting and steaming,
Making sure our ladies our fresh and clean,
And painted all over; prettierPicturesWe’veNeverSeen,
With brushes in hand and bushes well fanned,
We stroke lots of paint across The Promised Land.
Columbiettes are here hereToAssIst;
Our daughters PURE. DoYou get The Gist,
OF AMERICAN DAUGHTERS PAINTED WELL,
With thick, colorful paint; oh, no, NOT from H – L L,
(But) From HIGHER SOURCES [The Heavenly Powers];
OUR “LOVELY LISSIES,” theyAre Desert Flowers.
(They are) BLOOMING, without bloomers, as the paint sloshes on,
COVERING SKIN. C’est c’estBon Bo BoNbon.
STICKS AND BRUSHES, stroke by stroke,
Yearning, withPassion, each Honey and Bloke.
I WANNA BE A [K]NIGHT, who’ll usher in The Day,
With The Painted Americana Ladies, I simply will say:
“You are beautifully dark and beautifully deep,
And I’VE MANY HEAVENLY PROMISES TO KEEP,
As we cover (with paint?) and uncover too,
DAUGHTERS OF ISABELLA, yes, We love YOU,
And when The Painted Ladies of The (K)nights are through,
They are colorful and luscious, but hidden from view.
THE POWER OF GOD, such ENERGY we behold;
Daughters of America PAINTED and BOLD,
And The Knights of Columbus areFinally “painted out;”
ALL OF THEIR [painting?] FLUIDS, areGone, noDoubt.