Girl, it so good to bounce up with you, Usually we bat eyelids, You should buzz me, And if my cell phone crackles, Never click off, A peep, peep sound, then shout me or
So its a hot tropical island, Tourists flock here in high season. Let me tell you a secret, Underneath every local is a limbo dancer. Calypso tunes drift through the mango trees,
Just about the most exciting man to grace our planet, For the last 46 years, still echos of his charisma, dazzle us, Killed in a Lincoln Continental Limo, Dallas, November 1963.
Background: This story was created in the year 2000 at a Women's Writing group in Great Portland Street. Unfortunately the space no longer exists. Thankfully, I kept The White Room.