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 . . . !”

‘2009’ RLS