Just having a little fun riffing with David. Hehe.
David
That's Amore
The moon broke through
The shredding clouds,
Lifting its cape,
Its dull gray shroud,
Revealed us on the stones
Romancing,
I held you close,
You stumbled, dancing;
Why must you wear
Those clunky shoes,
I taste your lips,
Your tongue intrudes;
Your heel steps on
My sandaled toe,
You move too fast,
You move too slow;
Is it because
You are so short,
That to these high heels
You resort;
Or is it because
I am so tall;
Your clunky shoes
Make us fall.
They aren't sexy
They aren't smart,
I step forward,
Your knees do part;
I spin you out
And then around,
I find us lying
On the ground;
Why not flats
My little munchkin?
Don't wear those clodhoppers
To the luncheon,
Lest when standing
At the buffet,
You trip and fall
Into your tray.
Bought these funky boots
At the church bizarre
Damn moonlight,
That's amore and shooting star
I think I'll just spit you
Right back into the sky
Just lost the most ever
Tall, dark , handsome guy.
Our midnight rendezvous
It was a dance disaster
There goes the dream,
No happily ever after
Lost my footing
Trying to act sexy and tall
Now my date
Has a damn broken toe and all.
My funky boots
Well tonight they must go,
But when it comes to dancing
Barefoot... I'm a pro
I wonder if my sandaled prince
Will give me another chance
So I can show him once and for all
How I really dance.
Mi amore, I forgive your heels,
As I hobble on my shaky crutches,
I should have side-stepped when you wheeled,
I too happy in your clutches;
You're just so cute, my little Gidget,
So lithe and slim and I still spry,
I never thought I'd love a midget,
But with those boots I thought I'd try.
My height I see caused the trouble,
You really are not to blame,
Let's lie here quietly in the rubble,
While I think of ways to forget the pain.
by David and Elly