Kiss Under Cover (of the night)

She was a crazy coot and I loved her as I loved coots.

I didn’t know I loved coots until I met her, and swooned, as did a swan,

In a swan lake of coots– and cooties.

Build a cootie, or a cootie bear, with plastic parts a crazy game, for a swaim, or swain,

A swain who will stand tall, ring out a ring tone, a swain toned and beautiful,

Just the right tinch or touch of sodium chloride, sun screen, but ever kissed titanium dioxide?

Her — let’s call her cootie Ghislaine– I wouldn’t say she was fair, for she had black hair, and that’s not fair

To people who are, say, bald.