In Which I Dash Off To A Greek Festival -- But Not Without Writing A Sonnet

The Greek Festival is my yearly excuse

To summon forth my Saratoga babes --

Punk Martha Stewart, and another muse

моя сузитчка. All of us are slaves

To music, food and dancing, and, yes beer.

It's one of those rare times when old Cheyenne

Is truly fun, this special time of year.

We also celebrate the growing span

Of years that PMS has lived -- you know

It was her birthday just this week -- why hold

A party when a big one's on? Hello!

With better food and music, lots of cold

Bud Light, and then the three of us, amuck.

Excuse me now -- the Greek food bug has struck!