by Don Shields
They were the Wizzards’,
Seen by some
As brothers
And sisters,
The Wizzards’.
As feral cats,
They had spats.
But always made up, fast-
Stat. Like a cat.
(True about cats,
who often
do.) Wouldn’t you?
The Wizzards’
(bless her heart),
lived rarely apart.
‘cept for one time
when he stopped on
a dime.
This girl ankled by
And she caught
His eye.
It was
Love at first glance
So he asked,
“like to dance?”
“Yes I would,
and they could. So they did.
Just like that.
With this girl
They gave it a
Whirl. Cheek to Cheek.
Neat, Sweet
‘til…
she stepped
on his feet.
Twice
Maybe more
His big toe,
Already
Sore.
Bye-bye
Tootsies, her,
Including his/and her
Footsies.
Whoopsies!
And so home to
His sweet sister
Went mister
About that girl,
He never said
A word
No tonic, she
He told himself,
And me,
“I’m explicably
laconic.”
