A Few Good Licks

So you said I would be the
light of your life and the comfort
of your old age. Well, before we
reach the finish line how about
a New Year’s Eve party every week
we’ll buzz Times Square in your
little old airplane and make out
in a gondola on a Venice canal.

If we are going to build that
stairway to Paradise we better
get in shape for stair climbing,
it’s a long way up they tell me.
And how would you like a bed of furs
in an igloo on an Arctic shelf
for a change of pace? We gotta
make a few fast trips before comfort
wraps us in its warm wooly folds.

Let’s light the candles on a huge
birthday cake, the kind you can’t
blow out and let ’em burn until
the frosting runs. I’ll throw one
slipper over my shoulder and you
drink champagne from the other.
Mrs. O’Leary’s cow burned up Chicago
don’t let us be cowed from burning up
a few streets toward the future.
If I’m to be your Light and Comfort,
let’s get in a few good licks before
the teakettle boils.