for my Jiminy Cricket

Whilst doing a sexy fandango
(A lively spanish-esque-ish dance)
I happened to spy a wee Poncey
A most obsequious, they say, happenstance

You see a Poncey is a thing which I made up
Or at least that's what I like to think
And since I've no true frame of reference
To debauchery, for the most, I must sink

A sanctimonious creature I've made up
A plethora of sins they commit
But in truth just then I was envious
And aspired to be one... a bit

So well in my cups by this meeting
Callibogus is strong brew you see
I deked out the hoser I danced with
And made my way to the window with glee

Girding my pluck in (Ayn) Rand fashion
A diabolical plan came to mind
More than a little chaos would happen
And quiet the storm in my mind

But you will not guess that which now happened
As I dogged ballicatters in the storm of my soul
A bright light appeared upon my horizon
To make me rethink before selling self whole

As succinct as an angel she told me
(though a twinkle bedeviled her eye)
"That window slut holds no solution!"
And her words I should heed lest I sigh

My wonder twin spoke of an alternate
Another path my tormention could take
And if I would listen I might even
Keep it, and eat it, (my cake)

Her saucy hair swirled all around her
Framing that glorious face
She said "goodness girl, look for answers!
And get the hell out of this place!"

So now ends the story I've told you
As darkness digs deeper t'wards dawn
There's always more than one solution
And I really not need be his pawn.

With love,
Pinnochio