He caught my eye the moment he walked in
With red leather swinging on the top of each boot
Reflecting a certain wildness in the wearer
And I cannot help but notice
That his foot kept tune with the jukebox
And he showed no inclination of being a fool
By imitating John Travolta
In the middle of the dance floor.

He caught my eye the moment I saw him
With his cute butt swaying to the tune
And his feet moving in time with the song
Playing on the old jukebox
I felt my stomach tie itself into a knot
As I watched him moving slowly but
Oh-so-steadily with the music.

He caught my eye the moment he looked up
In his neat kit and a cute pock on his cheek
And his rippling muscles as he drew the tap
For a frosty mug of beer
Squeezed all breath out of me
As I watched.

He caught my eye
Yes, he caught my eye
That I just had to seize the day
And call fourth my courage
To approach him
To ask with a saucy grin
And a sassy mouth
To sit on his
Hot thighs

And till today
I still remember
How he caught my eye
And how we thus begin.

So, I take this as a very useful excercise for imagination as well
Thank you, John!

Sandras last blog post..Užtarnautas poilsis Williamstown’e

A many-colored-coated fellow said to be a hoot
Requested Darling Clementine and Place Pigalle to boot
A tune a Fool can finger out is Darling Clementine
But Happy Feet knot, cramped with Place Pigalle; toes intertwine
Let Drum Kit take the tap of sticks that pock the Cymbal’s surface
Euphonious, seize that set’s Fourth near Thighs as soft as Nerf is

Licentiousness may boot a Moral Compass in the But
And feet that tap the Devil’s Rhythm BURN, I tell you what
Need Less to Say, and More to Seize, of Fool and Tune and Thighs
Down Primrose Paths with Fox and Kit to knot our Real Eyes.