Saturday Night at the Golden Boar

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Tim
Senior Member

since 1999-06-08

Posts 1794

0 posted 2002-11-20 11:59 PM

Saturday night,
it's disco night,
at the Golden Boar saloon,
Polyester suits;
snake cowboy boots,
and the band ain't playin' no cowboy tune,
Saturday Night Fever
meets the Urban Cowboy
as I saunter on over to the bar,
up on the stage,
a drag queen twangs,
on a twelve string steel guitar.
I spot her there,
fire engine red hair,
in a gold sequined fake wonder bra,
Her slightly irregular
mounds of tempting flesh,
make this here cowboy swaller his chaw,
I'm drawn to her,
like a gull to a dump,
(let me rephrase that 'cause it ain't politically correct)
like a socially conscious gull,
to a sanitary landfill,
(now that there is a heck of lot properer I suspect)
I go to her,
she comes to me,
we meet in the middle of the floor,
We embrace,
our lips then lock,
like a deadbolt on the local bank's door,
We both hear sirens,
see flashing red lights,
as we both feel in our loins hot heat.
We start to hum,
"Smoke gets in your eyes"
in a kind of perverted retro catchy disco beat.
Our passions were doused,
by the firemen's hose,
as a congflagration had engulfed the Golden Boar Bar,
We both left,
Went our separate ways,
I waved goodbye as I got in my rusted out car,
No phone numbers exchanged,
No address, no name,
I never saw her again, it just made me sick,
like swallowing chaw,
I lost my true love,
I fear that our romance, had just got too hot too quick.

Just had the urge to pen one of the cotton candy sing song type of love poems that I enjoy so much.

[This message has been edited by Tim (11-21-2002 08:44 AM).]

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