Funny fantasies are never so real as old style romances
Where the hero has a heroine who has
Long black braids and lets
Nobody
Kiss her ever
And everybody’s trying all the time to
Run away with her
And the hero is always drawing his
(sic) sword and
Tilting at gin mills and
Forever telling her he
Loves her and has only honorable intentions and
Honorable mentions
And no one ever beats him at
Anything
But then finally one day
She who has always been so timid
Offs with her glove and says
(though not in so many big words)
Let’s lie down somewhere s
Baby
-Lawrence ferlinghetti