two drops
about once a year
when the snow is at its deepest
when the air bites back
with a snarl on its breath
i get the fever
that obscene urge
to strip down naked
then roll in the snow
to sail the icy sea or
for convenience sake
take a cruise on route 66
seeking to pillage and plunder
a nearby village or town or bowling alley
then harass all the young women
just for the hell of it
simply because
my viking blood has begun to boil
my doc says that only nordic kin
get that funny rosy skin
about the face and nose
so it must be i am entitled
to that wanderlust
as my two drops of viking blood dominate
but in the end
civility regains its reign
and the only thing still boiling
is water
to make a nice cup of earl grey
copyright 2015 Jeff Reeve
