Head of the Fable

                                object(WP_Term)#11655 (16) {
  ["term_id"]=>
  int(1700)
  ["name"]=>
  string(17) "Head of the Fable"
  ["slug"]=>
  string(17) "head-of-the-fable"
  ["term_group"]=>
  int(0)
  ["term_taxonomy_id"]=>
  int(1700)
  ["taxonomy"]=>
  string(8) "category"
  ["description"]=>
  string(99) "Day-to- Day  media meddling. 
Words of wisdom, I.M.A.G.I.NATION and creation. Rhyme and no reason."
  ["parent"]=>
  int(0)
  ["count"]=>
  int(2)
  ["filter"]=>
  string(3) "raw"
  ["cat_ID"]=>
  int(1700)
  ["category_count"]=>
  int(2)
  ["category_description"]=>
  string(99) "Day-to- Day  media meddling. 
Words of wisdom, I.M.A.G.I.NATION and creation. Rhyme and no reason."
  ["cat_name"]=>
  string(17) "Head of the Fable"
  ["category_nicename"]=>
  string(17) "head-of-the-fable"
  ["category_parent"]=>
  int(0)
}
                            

The Challenge:  A Minute Poem

Write about something that can happen in sixty seconds using only sixty syllables (8,4,4,4, x 3)

Err, Ok then.  How about a typical Friday night out?

Getting Ready

The Ladder

Lipstick is perfect, eyebrows too,
Powder not cracked,
Contour exact,
Hair, quite a do.

Torso wafted through perfumed air,
Slip on the dress,
Nylons are next,
Ten denier.

A moment to sheer second skin,
Slide over knee,
Hear it break free,
Ladder shows shin.

The Drink

Margarita

Some might say she’s the Devil’s tart,
Full of suspense,
Disables sense,
Captures the heart.

The waiter’s witch, shaken with ice,
Dressed as a wench,
In orange French,
And zest, for life.

The minute made Señorita,
Drinks in the game,
You taste her name,
Margarita.

Meeting The Man Of Your Dreams

Third Base

A little bit anxious when he
knocks at the door,
date number three,
means giving more.

He’s holding some wine and wearing
a grin, carnal
of course, as he
wants to see skin.

Wham-bam and thank you, the deed is
soon done, who knew
sixty seconds
could be such fun!

Happy weekend!