After-Prom Dinner with my New Girl, Carousel - I should write a poem!

Un peut frommage, vin, et toile d'araginee

Ode to Carousel

We danced neath pale light of the moon

You shook your hair

Things came tumbling down too soon

Bugs of different sort

A pencil stub,

Some Coke, a snort,

A raisin cake, half eaten,

I’m glad that you weren’t bitten.  (read aloud as "were ant bitt ten")

Then a tiny sock,

A Catsup pack, and a lucky rock,

Nay a pebble, then 20 trebbles,

Remind me on the way out

To drive by the all night carry out,

For some bug powder and vinegar;

That smell in your car,
We'll work on getting it out.