Forsaken Love II :: At The Cal-De-Sac

Every Penguin gets to sing a song
A male penguin accompanies a tap, hop and a ding dong
It’s called a “heart-song”
A female penguin will respond to the happy feet in a strong
Back-up and will meld in the female version of the dong
The resulting is a delightful orchestra in romantic void of a throng

Just like a sparrow I’ve got one song in my repertoire
This I will sing it to you time and times again as a warbler
Recite it to your whiskers not just as a wistful whisper
But tend it in your heart’s secret with the cry of a distant weep
Lick your soul with my tears of solemn feel that go deep
Eloquently I will bleed for your love to spur
Love will retake the path of a soul reaper
I’m way shy of a starling and will not mimic a caw and chirp
Like a wren I will define my call note then peep
A kill-dear would take a broken foot to pursue
But I, I will compose a lilt to my call note for you
And love, you will respond to my happy feet when your love for me is due

Inasmuch as I shake my head with the vigor of an African Grey
Seemingly short-changed and rejected I yearn for the ray
That moment I grind my beak in content
Grab a breath, bobbing my tail waiting for the green feeling to entirely torment
Fan and flip it, fluff my feathers and be un-looking
Swaying in the hang of a slack hope of least attention, whilst I, affection seeking

Happy feet I will tap and mark our territory
I will chirp for you and as your ranchboy will purr your glory
So if I be unable to reach for my head and comb my crest
Cockatiel, for you I will make a begging chirp of attendance, just a look, and I shall not rest
Let off the rub of good stone a rough perch
If I go un-noticed and lacking your love
Just don’t hold back and release my humble song-bird
For it is only for a season, a season is not a lifetime I promise
Hold back my regurgitate, for when it is season, it is only you that I have
For in my lifetime, a humming bird I will hang upside down and chirp on
Lie on my back, and sleep

Prequel of Forsaken Love II: Forsaken Love I

Prima Ballerina

It’s the home of chance;

The hall of dance

The audience adverse

So styles had to advance

I was the king of dance

I felled opponents, not a farce

Then my last worthy antagonist!

She, the prima ballerina

She stalked across

Towards the shared podium

(It felt like a garrote)

Along the matted isle

Made me sanctimonious

Kong went her heels kong

Mounted her heels on stage

Selector spinned the rhymes in age

And like a one-legged grasshopper

She dropped and danced down from her cleavage!

My worthy antagonist

The prima ballerina

With a thigh so high

Smooth like the mother-of-pearl

Her stance, well-defined and similar

To the galore of sexy Scandinavia

Her lips of wine red

Plump in their moderate succulence

That seemed to resemble

A cougar in its ambience

That has just felled its prey!

Her strings of hair, black and clearly never blonde

Streamed backwards laid against

Her smooth-scaled mermaid skin

Yes, scaled with ointments of Michaelmass daisy

That scented love intuits on me

Wait! Love is too hallucinating: Oh yeah! It was lust, damn it!

She turned her head

Her eyes towards me

Interweaved in a mesh of disarray

And those eyes, two diamond balls

Amid them a lime-like conk

Bridging this fragile cleavage

Of a face so beautiful

Just like the Martians!

Her gleam smile

Cutting a well-defined assortment

Along a spick vicinity

Of a cumulo-white dentine

That only ate of what the French tutored-

Deep kisses…and more deep kisses!!

She then glared at me

Smiled at my now shaken manhood

T’was now my chance to jig

And a chance to impress

Shun away depress

Only thing;

I had been hypnotized

By who...my worthy antagonist

The prima ballerina