My darling, just across the way
a blue pond shimmers, rippling waters clear
near tulips blooming as they dance and sway,
a paradise to rear our goslings dear.

Stretch not your thund’rous wings up to the sky,
for drizzling showers hinder painted flight.
Instead, let’s wade with webbed feet spry
upon the rushing road, courageous as a knight

who raises pointed lance against a wick-
ed foe.  My love, be sure to step in time
with raindrops’ pitter patter onto slick-
ened streams of gray.  The Chevrolet’s grand chime

and pickup truck’s great horn are nothing more
than serenades to ferry us to our safe shore.