Potatoes of the Night

[Leanne]

She wears dew-drop stockings with a gumdrop smile,
has a soul made of paper, tar and straw,
worth pennies from the market, nothing more --
not worth crying for...

He has dragondust eyes and a peppercorn tongue,
with a half-eaten plate of savoir-faire,
and a shelf full of wisdom wash-n-wear,
never had a care....

They drifted along two cabernet canals,
to the east, to the west and down the drain,
in a sweet spiral dance toward insane --
sing a bright refrain...

They met in the middle, in a town called Wrong,
on an ice covered street with signs of grey,
they both knew the symptoms right away --
cue the rondelet...

O happy joy
Now innocence has run away
O happy joy
A simple case of girl meets boy
And boy invites the girl to play
Two cynics met their match today
O happy joy

[Erthona]

Very tasty! A bit of whimsy with a side of gumdrops!

Nice little bit of dactyl there is S2L1, could be in "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds". Nice description also.
Nice segue into the rondelet. Of course it begs the question if the poem was just a setup so you could do the rondelet.

This is a meal that might stick with me, like a favorite children's story.

Dale

[Leanne]

Nice segue into the rondelet. Of course it begs the question if the poem was just a setup so you could do the rondelet.

Could have been... not really, "rondelet" just rhymed nicely and it seemed the logical thing to do (though it may only seem logical to me!)... the poem was written like that because that's what happened, more or less, with slightly less rhyme and slightly more wine.