Harlequin uniform

Shadows squelch along the wall of a back alley in France
Our hero wobbles along the pebbled road and every
chosen step he placed upon a different coloured pebble.
'And you call yourself a rebel' His partner belched out.
Our hero shushed her then tutted accompanied by
A sucked in African whistle, with arms crossed and
left foot forward he held his balance there upon the
Red pebble. She began adjusting his buttons and
squeezing his pomp-pomp. The cashmere string
felt lucid and smooth. 'Harlequin" she replied
"why must you always be so rude'. In reply his
hand circumferenced her mouth and his silky
Black and white striped arm pulled her away
From the bright onion air of light. "Ooh' She
cried "You gave me a fright".

'Are we to banter like this all night...'

So with back to the wall and toes to the pebble
They pondered on to the next end alley's medley
of a mission so important, harlequin could see.
His mind thought about looking like a burglar
without a sack of swag, then he found comfort
in his partners comments. 'I don't know how
I'd do this without you, my dear". She voiced
her silent remembrance of why she was there.
He touched her belly button with his finger
and stroked her hair, then backed of and
told her not to stare. They rushed up the
stairs from wence the cheers did come, he
cortiously asissted as you would a horse
as he patted her bumb. The cries and whistles
And hooler ballons the confetti and whistlers
Greeted are pantoom. In popped Harlequin
And `Jackalein too, as they entered the party
They configured the gloom. The party was a
wash out; some arguements had subdued
Now are heroic couple did not appear rude
they just flashed of their uniforms, and danced
in a loop, spiral danced around Eddie who
was ready to puke, they passed him the water
And re-iced the punch. And replaced a the
twiglettes they soon became munched.
They fireman lifted the young girls with
brill beaks. Then through out the miniature
brillo pads boxed as if they were treats.
He showed them his mesmerising tricks
And Jaqueline dodged his plastic shaped
bricks. The kids, well they loved it and the
Parents too. But Harlequin was angry
because he was never even offered a brew.