(A Villanelle)
One Valentine’s Day she skips to Strawberry Fair.
Whirly winds whisk her skirt with a shapely leg view.
Crimson blush of maid who weds with tumbling hair.
Her see through whirligig skirt swishes wishes where
Birds trill and tremble trees to stir wings in morn’s dew.
One Valentine’s Day she skips to Strawberry Fair.
Her flushed basket of strawberries excites the air.
Doves chorus fervent calls and fetch tit bits to coo.
Crimson blush of maid who weds with tumbling hair.
Deep down, way in her heart she craves for his affair
And recalls last year her skirt was transparent too!
One Valentine’s Day she skips to Strawberry Fair.
He tickles her and feels up her legs for a dare.
He wins her a baby doll and knows what to do.
Crimson blush of maid who weds with tumbling hair.
Drooling he shares “I love you and your scented hair
We’ll ferris wheel elope and take off your skirt too!”
One Valentine’s Day she skips to Strawberry Fair.
Crimson blush of maid who weds with tumbling hair.
Karin Anderson © 2011
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