The maroon moon in June swoons my heart to thee.
And makes me croon a tune on my cartoon bassoon.
Soon my over strewn picayune tune will ruin rough-hewn blues
and I will dance a rigadoon unless noon’s cold monsoons
scatter over Brigadoon lagoons.
Please do not ruin nor impugn nor lampoon my buffoon tune
for I am not immune to critical harpoons.
Rather attune and boon this silly little rune.
© 2000 KEH
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