Don’t Dress Up For The Occasion Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Don’t dress up for the occasion
It’s only you and me
And a lyric without explanation
With words coming steadily

Writing thoughts on a sheet
Riming it all into place
Naming the text what it need
- Oh, there are so many ways

I could go on and ask you
What should I fix up more?
Then you could tell me what to do
To make me feel more assure

Expressions warped in text
Playfully the words are fixed
I can't explain what comes next
It’s complicated and mixed

Something perhaps about Prague
I traveled there longtime ago
Or maybe of a stray street dog
I came through the years to know

Together sometimes we walked the street
And blabbered full of nonsense
He and me and little ‘twiddle tweet’
Became all friends by accidents…