Call this one a 1950's "I Found My Thrill On Blueberry Hill" type homage to Andrew Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress"; which might be every such song and poem ever since Master Marvell's masterpiece.
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The store display shoes that for dancing cash bought
The scene of the crime where last night's fun got caught
The stage where spun mayhem til the music got stopped
Close stepping, slip sliding until the chaperones spied
When spaghetti straps started to fall by the waysides
Almost all the way gone was when the cops they came by
The stop whistle blown on the park's submarine rides
Convertible tops knocked down popped back up on surprise
Who was it with penny loafers off against all the rules
Juke box quarters spilled, two tones and Nancy Drew clues
No geometry class taught us young fools how to choose
To dodge morning doubts about knees knocked twain in twos
Dance yourself silly in those fresh store bought shoes
No caution in moonlight slowed down hopes that might bruise
Pull fast down from heaven all the joy that you can
Before chaperones and cops bring the night's dance to end
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Especially picturesque:
"No geometry class taught us young fools how to choose
To dodge morning doubts about knees knocked twain in twos"
Especially illuminating:
"No caution in moonlight slowed down hopes that might bruise
Pull fast down from heaven all the joy that you can"
And in response:
Let us roll all our strife and all
Our tartness up into one ball,
And tear our pasts with rough pleasures
Through the supple gates of heaven:
Thus, though we cannot make our paths
Stand still, yet we will make them baths.
*****
Carpe diem, Cowboy.
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