'DAMN THAT JANICE WINDLE & DONALL DEMPSEY . . .DAMN 'EM!"
by donall-dempsey
January & June
were having fun
hanging out together
not just for
sweet alliteration's sake
but because
- they could.
And they had always
secretly fancied each other.
Time had taken
a holiday.
Not an every day
occurence.
So they took
advantage of
this once
in a blue moon
- happening.
Monday & Sunday
were in bed together
( don't ask me what
they were doing ).
A century & a second
were gazing into
each other's eyes
amazed to see themselves
reflected there.
The hands of the clock
were spooning.
An hour was courting
( such an old fashioned word )
a beautiful young ahhhhh
moment.
Time itself
was sulking
because the lovers
weren't paying him
any mind
what so
ever.
They seemed to live
in the "...now, now, very now"
( as Mr. Shakespeare puts it )
scattering their smiles
here and everywhere
see them blossoming
into squeals and laughter.
A new millennium
had just turned up &
was at once
( "Wot de...!")
press ganged
into one of their forever
kisses.
"Damn that Janice Windle & Donall Dempsey!"
Time throwing a hissy fit!
"Damn that Janice Windle & Donall Dempsey!"
"Damn 'em!"