Kika-Mucka and Koky-Mocky
Once set out to see the world.
Kika-Mucka was a girlie,
Pretty niece of Koky-Mock.
Koky-Mocky was a gentry
With his dignity to praise.
How displeased he was
When someone
Dared stare at her grace.
While My darling Kissy-Missy
That’s how Auntie would call her,
Loved attraction, interaction,
Contradiction, conspiration.
Her reaction to the action
Of her loved chaperone
Was affection with distraction
And a look up at the moon.
The amber-eyed silver furry
Liked to sit in a corner dark,
Musing silently in a blurry
Of the flurry of an autumn park.
Amber eyes would stare
No winking
In the future
And a glance in the past.
Owly lace of grey scarf
Would be blinking
In attempt to disguise the old farce.
The burlesque of the day was her garment
Silver grey and a glimmering spark,
The lampoon of the mood was debarment
On that crispy and bitter remark.