Fugue

An independent survey done in May
Suggests no fear of snow in Cleveland Heights,
Discussions held about animal rights
Revealed no worries under Hudson's Bay,
And when you spoke to me, just yesterday,
About the feelings of the Northern Lights
And why some anteaters get into fights,
I was more unconcerned than words can say.

I love Bach's fugues, fresh hot blueberry tarts,
The witty, dark delights of Robert Frost,
How everything looks when my eyes are crossed,
My darling's passion for the plastic arts,
And moonlight shining when the dancing starts.
I guess I ought to have some cards embossed.