Pink Porpoise.

Without, the frost,
the blinding snow,
The storm~wind's moody madness;
Within, the fire~light's ruddy glow,
And childhood's nest of gladness.
Here's to me, and here's to you and here's to love and laughter,
I'll be true as long as you,
Not a single minute after.
I'd oblige my botched up weakness with nerves as strong as steel,
I'd obliterate the nauseous numbness on a giant ferris wheel.
Let us go and smoke a joint 'n hereby lose our cool,
Let us drown out all our woes in a massive spirit pool.

Age.

Ostracized octagenarians with dismal dentures,
Neglected jumbo disks and all that jazz.
Woeful college~years and stoned back~benchers,
Sordid renditions of Erik Truffaz.
Lilacs, lilies and a handful of roses,
Occult olfactory nerves with blotches of grime,
Formidable free~willies with bohemian noses,
Poignant paschendales with a history of crime.
Distanced debonairs and a melange of colours,
Solitary confinement from boisterous banter.
Erroneous asymmetry and mortified sailors,
Jauntily jaded jacksparrows and a harrowing hunter.
Archaic aspects of ardent articulation,
Cosmic corrugations of lucrative lobbying.
Iridescent implications of a destroyed destination,
Varicose vaporizers and numismatic hobbying.