The crossroads to finding love seemed
to come and go – could have sworn
that all the signposts up ahead read
‘The Twilight Zone’ . . .
Have known many woman, loved none
But thought I did – that is until I meet
Medusa; ah, sweet Medusa; it was love
at first sight . . .
It was a chance encounter – I was on
a rattlesnake round-up and walked
into a cave; heard more than a dozen
rattles; snakes alive . . . !
Her appearance hit me like a freight
train – it derailed my doubts about
finding the perfect woman; loved the
way she hissed . . .
I couldn’t really get a good look, so
I lassoed her and dragged her out of
the cave – one look and all my homies
turned to stone . . .
But not me – I was wearing my Foster
Grant sunglass shades; all my prayers
had been answered; she was the one I’d
been looking for . . .
There we were, hand-in-hand, and with
the sun shining in her serpent hair, she
was a perfect 10 – I jumped in my truck
and she slithered . . .
Headed for the justice of the peace; took
a vacation in Vegas; she always rolled snake
eyes, and turned everyone to stone; but what
happened stayed there . . .
Whenever she got cold, I’d keep her warm
because I was a herpetologist; and then one
day, “Have you seen my sunglasses?” “Medusa
please don’t, stop . . . !”