the patriot

as the fireworks
exploded in multi-hues up above,
one sexy young man was
so drunk that he stripped
off his clothes and danced
around naked, wagging his
big restless dick until
his wife finally showed up,
grabbed him by his big
semi-turgid dick,
and took him away.
"why i never!" said
the pretty young wife. "just
you wait buster boy!!"
were her oddly old-fashioned-sounding
words as she
led her sexy young hubbie from
the fair, and
the crowd watched and
watched and watched what was
happening.
"dammit, just you wait until i get you
home!" said the pretty young wife,
the tone of her voice
both confusingly angry,
and also oozing what sounded like
the certainty of hot
and possibly kinky sex.
**
oh yes,
observers in the crowd
were more than entertained by what they
saw that night, as the fireworks
exploded, and the aroma of old-fashioned
apple butter imbued that
hot peppery gun-powder-scented air.

--Carl Miller Daniels (A slightly different version of this poem appears in my book Gorilla Architecture, published by Interior Noise Press in 2011.)