Split fairly like a check,
cheek to cheek, a sleek
acceptance of escape.
In round about the way
rewinds and finds
itself again. My friends
established fishing clubs
and invited themselves over,
plover wading in the water
that grew hotter as the day
conveyed time along.
The wrong name will get you
everywhere if you care
to try it out, but I doubt
you’ve the clout to wield it.
Meals are complementary unless
the best consent to dine on wine.
The finer things in life
(like sugar and grain)
crunch when you munch
and are sweet to eat,
but be fleet, feet,
all reet, all reet,
don’t know how much longer
I can beat the heat.
