Girl Watching

Wow, lookit her, there's a sunlit hay bale, there's a key lime pie and a million pixels.No way, she's a mealy peach, a fourth-place finish, an overlong film clip of Stockwell Day's wetsuit.Get out of here, she's a fresh bingo dabber, a claw-foot tub, cinnamon unwaxed floss.Sticky kitchen floor, infected piercing, leaf blower, another Hollywood lesbian breakup.Well how about that licorice allsort, that upbeat horoscope, roasted pine nut, team momentum, handcrafted inkwell.Please, rental-car insurance, kitty litter dust, oldies station, warm cauliflower water, tired hams stuck to a hot vinyl car seat.A puppy hero, a sturdy nest, nicotine patch, Fisherman's Friend, a Mt. St. Helen's floaty pen.Lower back strain, drum machine, insufficient RAM.She could be my waterspout, my pink paperclip, my Hallucinogenic Toreador.Ugh, late bus, wet firewood, oaf cat you can't give back, favour without the 'u.'There goes a winning ticket, slickly spinning bobbin winder.Hockey parents, Awake pamphlets, fibreglass splinters, laundromat TV.Sweet au lait, tin chimera, you're hard to pleat.Yes, for no one is as pre-emptive as you, as spacious and choppy.Well, I'll be a silk-lined swimmer, give me a kiosk, handy rhododendron.