Lying in bed one night, alone
She looked online to see him stoned
On absinthe, jazz and love of rhythm
He had a handsome young friend with him
He posted a video of his dancing jazz hands
Very much like those of Charlie Chaplin
It made her laugh
so late at night
she had been listening to Tusk
and to her delight
the song fit perfectly with the movement of his long fingers
She'd fallen in love with a silly singer.
(No innuendo was involved,
it was a pure coincidence
problem solved?)
Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016
Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016
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