Friday, September 18, 2009

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!

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