It's been exactly one year;
they took me trick or treating
and declared my birthday 'New Halloween'.
It was more like a bachelor party,
in an episode of "Days of our lives":
'Drag queen goes regional' was our slogan and of course,
we were all dressed up as gay-icons, with main character - me -
a crossbreed of Tina Turner and Liza Minelli.
Oh, it was fun to see the expression on their face:
they thought I'd be horrified
as I had to skip from door to door with towering stilettos.
However, I did surprisingly well.
I wonder what they have in store this year.
Questionable giggles echo
through the place they brought me to.
I know we're here to brunch,
but why do I have to wear a blindfold?
Suddenly, I hear someone speaking in the distance
with an accent that sounds suspiciously Dutch;
I hope they'll never face me with my phobia for Dutchmen!
Paranoid poltergeists play me like a paper puppet
as I smell the dish they just put before me.
the same moment, they take the blindfold from my eyes
and I find myself in a restaurant full of red, white and blue -
along with orange, the national colour of the Dutch.
Right next to me, I see a waitress, nude.
All my hair rises as my head is right next to her crotch -
my imagination becomes psycho:
It's like a huge, men-eating flower,
staring at me as if it will devour me any minute.
I wish the blindfold would still cover my eyes.
I shut my eyes tightly, then try to concentrate on my dish.
There's a strange smell on it, but I just don't know what it could be.
As I put some of the food in my mouth,
my heart almost stops and I can't help but retching.
Peanut butter just found itself a cosy home
and sticks onto the roof of my mouth.
I stand up and as I throb with a napkin inside my mouth
to get the peanut butter away, I mumble:
It tastes like Dutch undies!
Adding your comment:
well done and good luck lee 
!! LOL, is this how Dutch undies taste like......grrrrrrrrrrrr!! This was so enjoyable and such a creative piece from that very active and imaginative mind of yours!!!
