Trolley Mollie

 Trolley Mollie

 

It is its own Sugarcandy Mountain,

tropical loveland, cat basket catkin

gone doubledutch, in love with itself

just this busted side of on the shelf;

promises rose-gardens, never says pardon,

give-us-a-wink on guard for hard-ons.

Oh, the noise, the poise, its strutting stuff,

a trolley on wheels, a mistimed jerk,

ice latte juggler and ferried to work

off-mattress today, so delivers enough.

And noise, more noise, and rattlesnakes

and smile faked, and take and take,

a communal pet, all ribbons, all mane,

with sugar-lump tits and missing brain.

In sidelong sly thong, a calculating cat

was promised plenty when it was a brat,

depends on your kindness, dresses in tat,

ask it to think, it'll turn you down flat,

basked in the sunshine of indolent smiles,

just enough cunning, just enough wiles,

it preened, it purred, it brushed your leg,

held out sticky palms and learnt to beg.

But for every single gritted grin,

and every stomached frown,

here’s a dozen more nails to put it down:

put you down, put you down, put you down.