In a brief moment, I thought I was a coy conductor,
my baton a crinkled napkin in my damp, jittery hand,
soon descended on your unsuspecting body...
I peered into the scrunched-up napkin...
And nothing -- you escaped under hawk eyes -- as I dropped the napkin and ran out of the room.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
In a brief moment, I thought I was a coy conductor,
my baton a crinkled napkin in my damp, jittery hand,
soon descended on your unsuspecting body...
I peered into the scrunched-up napkin...
And nothing -- you escaped under hawk eyes -- as I dropped the napkin and ran out of the room.