On Yetis
Yiggity, Wiggity, Yeti Yet?
a yeti inspired poem, by Jaq Poussot
Purple hands, with a love line so deep;
Entertwangled their fingers until their hearts did meet.
With chemistry brewed
And flurries blustered astray-
Yeti love came down thrashing
As they waltzed straight away.
A waltz it was called,
But a polka hop-two
Was the rhythm of step
As their hips swayed and wooed.
Hip-hop snow cones
Tourist camera flash
As their world spun and spun
Till they sat down for oysters
In the afternoon sun.