In the backseat we yearned,
We churned, we burned.
A little wine was so fine
I knew not what I ought
To do
So some arcane thought
I did spew.
You flew.
06/11/1975
Author's Note: ... after the Prom, from long ago.....
Posted on 07/16/2008Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
You really know how to get a scene right out of the gate and keep it building. This is phenomenal work.
