Two tourists traversing the narrow Italian street,
Shopping bags brimming with affluence...

Fairy dust flying everywhere you look,
proof that Melody Ann was here...

Two of a kind, slippin' and slidin'.
Queens of klutziness...

Vanilla wafers layered
Bananas are sliced...

Bright sunshine,
radiates from a smile...

(This is just a poem, a product of an over active...
Piercing the night, a scream...

Glancing around the room, eyes meeting.
Recognition, a greeting...

Mindless chatter, spread by gossip mongers,
hucksters, peddling their wares...

If I could have one more day with you,
Mother dear, to sit beside your chair...

It is an exquisite day,
in every way possible, picture perfect...

(The 7/5 Trochee with Rhyme Scheme a/b/c/b plus...
Roses bloom, perfect perfume...

A need to be touched and caressed,
by loving hands, hugged, kissed, adored...