My Whitester gal from Tennessee
Always seems to challenge me
By writing verse so fine so sweet
Can I match her poetry?
The Rubaiyat was such a treat
The rhyme and rhythm were complete
Within it's lines her tale of flight
To New York where at last we meet.
We were so busy the first night
lapped up tuna juice and ham delight
My snort-eating made her smile
Her Mickeybear was quite a sight!
Next day we relaxed a while
My Marilyn gave the wall a trial
her head moved up and over ... back
'Til she was upside down MonREOW style.
Sun kissed Whitesters we lost track
of time ... but Marilyn was summoned back
by her loving Mom and waiting Dad
Who both have the scritches knack.
Although she left me I am glad ...
To have entertained her at my "pad"
I'll reread her poems and wonder what next
Poetic challenge she'll present this lad.