Walking hands and a pony tail,
This surely isn’t a lonely tale.
Walking shoes with a walking muse
looks like at the seat of her pants
he blew his fuse… eww.
He thinks,”I’m a bit perturbed,
She hasn’t kicked me yet,
but has me on this curb.”
She thinks,” I’m walking along these bushes,
is he giving me a hint, should I trim
so his tongue can walk where my bush-is?”
Hand holding during strolling,
fingers polling,”Whose hand are you holding?”
Is it the hand of a fan, man or Fran?
Does it matter? They found each other
in the candy van at last night’s band…