A Surreal Party

The cool Sonoran winter is gone
the equinox is upon us, tiptoeing
in like a quiet sneeze at daybreak.
Cora the Explorer, the lass with
The lease on charm that dazzles her
Cousins who love to play with her
boxes of Legos has nightmares
that creatures called Red Eyes run
through meadows painted by
Monet while a giraffe in heat
mates with the ghost of Liz
Taylor who was beastly cold
out of her grave. The Duke came
riding a black & blue stallion,
he showed his skill at twirling
his six gun that he put back in
his crotch while Dumbo did the
Lindy hop with a stripper named
Blaze whose hair was on fire.
Tender burns the night as Jean
Harlow made scambled eggs
over easy with hot salsa to garnish --
homemade of course--Prince Harry
preferred oysters while his date,
Rita Haywire, showed the crowd her
lucky bucket list. Downing some
Champagne was Calamity Jane,
slut-shamed in Deadwood with
one tit hanging out of her shirt
while she shouted, "See you varmits
at Black Rock when you folks
can sock it to me all night."