The Merry Round-and-Round

Here comes the Merry Round-and-Round,

Up and down,

All through town,

Distracting us from wake time.

He smelled her need,

She took no heed,

Her senses open to his seed.

Sat her on a pretty horse,

Led her on a happy course,

Upon the Merry Round-and-Round.

Until she fell upon the ground,

Arms outstretched

In a heap, feeling cheap.

Then came the sound

Once more abound

Upon the Merry Round-and-Round.

Paris 1997