Lady Godiva
Ride like the wind
Help me Sigmund, it is changing
The stallion is missing
I’m touching her skin
The image is all rearranging
Her long golden hair
Like reigns in my hands
As she gallops brilliantly glowing
My eyes seeming fused
To the long golden strands
I sense Sigmund’s knowledge bestowing
The small of her back
Sings a familiar tune
Yet the melody somehow eludes me
The sound of her horse
Squeaking throughout the room
As the whispering Sandman deludes me
She cries out a song
With a name that I know
It’s right on the tip of my tongue
I try to look down
But my mind moves so slow
Oh, bother! what has this girl done?
I’ll name that tune, Sigmund!
In three notes or less
It’s little red riding hood something
But, no she is not
Wearing any red dress
I could think if her legs would stop pumping
I know this I’ve felt it
A long time ago
A song I did not want to end
It is Lady Godiva
And something I know
Oh, tell me please, Sigmund, my friend!
The clock strikes a number
The Sandman’s on break
My eyes wander down and I know
That’s not Lady Godiva
And now I’m awake
Where am I, and where'd my dream go?
Oh, crap!
Author notes
for one who's poetry is all about me even when it's not, at least I think so...
(I cannot stop laughing! this is hilarious - that COULD apply to many, but you know who you are, bwahahahahahaha)
Written November 15th, 2006
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LOL, seems you may have a few who think it is about them, but one I know is not blonde.
Nice write, good flow and great ending, if dreams could only be real. -
Awesomely Sweet
Al, this is a great piece, it rhymes, its got style.....and of course the galloping blond is always a plus LMAO -
Ummm, i'm confused, if it's all about me, then i'm not sorry. Love you.
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