Venus In Furs
Venus In Furs
It was a night
With much in sight
And Ares danced
In Paris France
Temperatures were hot
So no fox trot
Cannot do the rumba
Because of sidewalk gumba
A tango would sizzle
So leave it for drizzle
To dance in puddles
With Gene Kelly cuddles
Those disco nights
would burst one’s tights
And definitely no wind
To fly one’s kites
It’s quite the heat wave
no night for a rave
Temperatures soar
like furnace roar
Humidity heat
To Dante’s inferno beat
A night to sweat
Don’t walk your pet
Sidewalk egg will fry
And the hen will sigh
Fahrenheit is really high
The fan will soon die
From overwork
It’s quite the quirk
Ice from soda jerk
Beams up James Kirk
A night you won’t forget
Like a Hellbound jet
Sauna rooms to let
Still vacant yet
And so Ares does dance
In Paris France
Minus his pair of pants
Saying take a chance
Meanwhile in her room
On a night of doom
Aphrodite wears
More than perfume
Greek goddess Aphrodite goes totally insane:
Venus in furs
-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday August 3rd
2019
Inspired by the recent heat wave
hitting Europe
Dracul Van Helsing 
George F. said,
August 3, 2019 at 9:29 pm
Cannot do the rumba
Because of sidewalk gumba…and my most intelligent comment is YOWZA!
Dracul Van Helsing said,
August 3, 2019 at 9:36 pm
And as Howard Cosell might phrase it, “When you saw Venus in furs, you were doing the yowza in your trousa.”
Watt said,
August 3, 2019 at 10:33 pm
I love this one, Christopher. It’s truly vivid with jumps and dances.
Dracul Van Helsing said,
August 3, 2019 at 10:53 pm
Thanks very much, Watt. 😀
Judy Kim said,
August 9, 2019 at 3:43 pm
I love this, “A tango would sizzle So leave it for drizzle To dance in puddles With Gene Kelly cuddles”😊
Dracul Van Helsing said,
August 9, 2019 at 3:58 pm
Thank you.
That’s my favourite line in the poem too. ❤
I felt particularly inspired writing that line.
Succulent Savage said,
August 11, 2019 at 10:13 pm
Interesting poem.
Dracul Van Helsing said,
August 11, 2019 at 11:18 pm
Thank you.