September 4, 2007

Tip tap, tip tap,
the rain on the buildings protective tin cap,
inspire the thought
of a gallop, or trot,
and many brave thoroughbreds
with iron clad heads.
marching to rescue the maid, Aphrodite
from a sorcerer's holdings, so deep and so mighty.

Conquer they must,
and conquer they will,
then bring her back home,
to the rivers and hill,
that make up her kingdom,
full of valleys and rills,
and cease not to guard her,
whether healthy or ill.


Ay, never fear, my brave Mademoiselle
for all of your terrors, brave knights will dispel,
and your impossible rescue,
will all end quite well.
Now here I remain,
on this late Autumn night,
enjoying the prescence of one so sweet and just right.
Fare thee well, my precious tip tap of the rain,
Now we can finish our grand tennis game.