Eros, Sore Poem by Fran Isherwood

A candlelit dinner `a deux:
Celine Dion’s heart was going on.
“I’ve had Mars in my sign, ”
She said.

“Oh! ” Sounds painful, ”
He said.

She tossed her hair somewhere over there
And lit her Lambert and Butler,
“Y’know Jasmine that I work with?
She’s a medium”

“Really she looks a large to me! ”
Eyes rolled as smoke rose towards the ceiling rose,
“Her dad can do it, too.”
“Has he got crystal balls? ”

She sighed as Celine’s heart went on & on