‘Neath the Table Then’ [This post is under construction.]

Pull me down, Ruth.

Take me there. 

I'll not resist, 

That glint in your eyes. 

Such is your lure, 

No defenses have I. 

'Neath the table then, 

Slide me. 

Clay in your hand, 

I hie. 

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But it was not to be.

Decorum demanded it.

And I,

Against all inclination,

Had to thwart,

Not just the moment,

But you.

Not just my self…

Yours too.

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ORIGINAL VERSE:

Pull me down, Ruth.

Take me there.

I won’t put up a fight,

I swear.

I’d go readily,

(Willingly,) -optional-

Anywhere.

Beneath the table,

Take me there

     Now I know my poetic skills are abysmal. Frankly, they stink. Hokey, doesn't even begin to describe the vast majority of my output. Oh my goodness, another simplistic offering set to juvenile rhyme! Yet, sometimes if I'm lucky, lightning strikes and I can conjure up something of value. Maybe these words can help jumpstart that process. That  would be nice. Until then, I just have to keep putting them out and churning away. (No pun intended - 'a whey'.)

 

This "woetry" is based on a true experience that occurred inside the former Denny's Restaurant at Serramonte Center in Daly City sometime, one Sunday night, circa 1973 ~ 1975.*

 

*The only Denny's visit I can actually pin to a specific date was the Sunday night there was a total lunar eclipse visible in the sky. Using Stellarium, I found that date to be Sunday, May 25, 1975 with the greatest eclipse occurring at 9:48PM PDT. However, I doubt the particulars of the "woetry" (or "woem") transpired that evening concurrent with the celestial event.

 

 

 

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