I notice the balloons
Hovering over the happy buffoons
I like the little purple one
All deflated and misshapen.
As they dance away the night
I keep my eye upon its plight
It hisses out more air
With each kiss that is mistaken.
By dawn it has become raisin.
Before I leave too soon
I rescue said balloon
Place it in my pocket
It is my little purple scrotum.