Aaron Cross

Guy Fawkes Day

 

This wish is but a whimsy, 

      this dearth a dirge of dogs; 

bring on back the buoyancy 

      of the night we leapt like frogs.

 

Hand me down my checkbook,

brush away the dust, 

      and gimme a dime 

                  for every time 

                              I've committed the crime 

of lust.

 

Away with caps and corks, 

      children, form a choir, 

point your noses at the moon 

      and dance like saints on fire!