POEMS BY CHANSONA

PATRICIA WHEN SHE DANCED
The charming young lady, alluringly dancing,
Performed on the spotlighted floor;
And her spellful performance, extremely entrancing,
Could not have been scrutinized more.
Her meager enwrapment profuse with disclosure,
Left barren a most pleasing sight;
And this sort of view and its wide-eyed exposure,
Could not be construed as a blight.
The lass in her state was delightful,
Expressly her bumps and her grinds,
And her pompous protrusions were frightful,
Dislodging the spectator’s minds.
She jiggled the rumba and tango,
The hustle, the cha-cha and bop,
She wiggled the spastic fan tango,
And shimmied the hula and hop.
She could gyrate and swivel and shiver,
Reciprocate, tremble and quake;
Spasmodically fidget and quiver,
And rotate and shudder and shake.
She heard no opposing complaining,
Disfavor or critical phrase,
At times, perhaps need for constraining,
But grandly for her only praise.
Patricia the shapely, the dancing young lady,
Performed with a flirtatious smile,
With exotic maneuvers, Patricia O’grady
Delighted the people in style.
By: Dalton Nevels



COWBOY METHODOLOGY
Gentry Jones, a cowboy hand,
Who rode the range at night,
Provided cows, that roamed the land,
Some songs to ease their plight.
Not only did he sing the songs,
He played some fine guitar,
And played so well his woeful wrongs
Were classed as up to par.
Gentry smoked and rolled his own,
And nights, sat by the fire,
And smoked and sang and carried on,
As did the cows require,
The wolves would howl and, too, an owl,
Would join in on his tune,
And hearing that, no cow would prowl,
And all was placid soon.
So here it’s proven how guitars
And wolf and owlet prattle
And singing cowboys, under stars,
Coact to sooth the cattle.
By: Dalton Nevels



THE PLACE de CRÈME
Topless waitress Spicy Lee,
As one might think, was great to see,
For where she worked, the Place de Crème,
Required their girls to be supreme.
And Spicy Lee was that and more,
Even when her clothes she wore,
And dressed in scanties, and in none,
Her plentitude was that to stun.
Politely customers she served,
And when she did, she was observed,
And verily their necks careened,
When she across the table leaned.
And happy patrons were they all,
And tables filled and ev’ry stall,
And they alert and wide-eyed, too,
Forever Spicy kept in view.
With Spicy bouncing here and there,
All heads are turned to at her stare,
And thoughts of food, and it to eat,
Was more on Spicy’s double treat.
And less of eating’s thought about,
As Spicy bounces in and out,
And bus’ness booms; and it is seen
How Spicy spices the cuisine.
But questions rise of Spicy’s need
In place where folks their faces feed,
But reasons yet are not complete,
For watching bouncies while you eat.
By Dalton Nevels

April 20, 2004
DELANEYS BOOZE SALOON

In the city there is dealing
Of the poker and there’s stealing,
And unjustful dereliction’s going on,
In Delaney’s where it’s risky,
There is Tilley serving whisky,
And the sharpies do abound with talent shown.
There is Charlie and there’s Mable,
In the backroom at the table,
Raking in the poker chips and dealing dice
And McFarley plays piano,
And Diana sings soprano,
And a “dip” is picking pockets known as Price.
At the bar is seen Delaney,
Serving drinks to Kate and Janie,
Who is seen there ev’ry night consuming gin,
Midst a crowd of heavy drinkers,
Known as ne’er-do-wells and stinkers,
And Delaney’s standard crowd is starting in.
---Dalton Nevels