Playground Polka

^{There had been}

^{No explanation}

^{Only incredulity}

^{Naturally I reacted}

^{Shoved that flaccid excuse}

^{Right back at her cold hard indolence
I stood in the door}

^{There was no finely polished floor}

^{For her to drop her proud ass on now}

^{Kicking her protestations}

^{Like the spoiled brat}

^{What now! I said}

^{But the silence went on}

^{A vacuous adagio of wind pipes}

^{Her weeping}

^{Could not have been sweeter}

^{So here she will play}

^{Grinding it out}

^{On that lysoled expanse}

^{Her own concrete}

^Playground

^{There it was}

^{Like a sail on the horizon}

^{Getting smaller}

^{Us, it, everything}

^{The door opened and closed}

^{With a loud metallic clang}

^{Let the dancing begin}