The Dancing Deer

This will be the final entry in the Daily Doggerel series. As the Walrus said, "The time has come." I will be publishing on Kindle Direct a final collection of these pieces (it will be the 7th volume) and will post here when it is available--probably in a week or so.

A Dancing Deer

A couple cars ahead of us—a dance.

A deer had dashed—had taken such a chance

On crossing Highway 91. She did

Not look, of course. And when we heard cars skid

And saw them swerve. I quickly hit the brakes—

No need for any fatuous mistakes,

Not at my age, an age when “tripping” has

A different meaning than in days of jazz

And Sixties’ foolishness. And as we stopped,

We saw the deer, in panic, then adopt

Contorted choreography. It worked!

And though I won't persuade you that she twerked,

It was a sort of sexy move. O, deer!

What have you done? Your move—so full of fear—

Has caused a man to have a naughty thought.

O, Nature! Do you know what you have wrought?

Both Freud and Darwin see their theories win,

But must, in-graved, begin a tortured spin.

Today, I fear, I had to shelve

My plan to study—really delve

Into the Mystery of Twelve.

(Why don’t we have a word Twoteen?

It makes more sense—know what I mean?)

Shakespeare Couplet:  Romeo and Juliet

The Nurse and Romeo will now conspire

To stoke the glowing embers of Love’s fire. (2.4)