T’was the night before New Years, when all through the house,
Not a creature was sleeping, not even my spouse?
The champagne was set on the table with care,
In hopes ‘Father Time’ would soon be there.
Our friends were all dressed in their very best threads,
While visions of fireworks danced in their heads.
And Papa in his boxers, and I in my wrap,
Had just settled our brains for a pre-party nap.
When down in Old Town there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
I jumped on my bike and I rode like a flash,
Straight down Duval Street, I made a mad dash.
The moon on the lanes led most of the way,
For I’d lost my bike-light that very same day.
With Anderson Cooper, so lively and Gucci,
I knew in a moment it must be Miss Sushi.
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
All the 801 girls, as she called them by name!
“Now Josie! now, Kylie! now, Elle and Cassy!
On, Majon! On, Marilyn! You’re all looking so classy!
To the top of the balcony! To the top of the wall!
Now get ready people! The shoe’s gonna fall!”
As palm fronds that before a hurricane fly,
I jumped back on my bike and looked to the sky.
Much to my wonderment just down Duval,
It appeared to be twinkling upon the roof-top,
At the strike of midnight it was scheduled to drop!
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
The crowds were all swarming in downtown Old Town.
I jumped back on my bike and rode toward the wharf,
To take in the schooners and grab a quick quart.
When off in the distance I heard even more clamor,
Her eyes-how they twinkled! her smile how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her hair like a fairy!
Her beautiful mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And her perfect teeth were white as the snow.
The schooners’ back-stay she held tight in one hand,
With a sword in the other, she pointed at a rock band.
She had a glistening corset and a fine feathered cap,
Fishnet stockings and boots to bat!
She was gorgeous and happy and giggling at us all,
And I realized that she too, would take the midnight fall!
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
I sprang back on my bike, to the wench sent my best,
With visions of stuff dropping from skies in Key West,
Toward my house I rode back in the dark starry night,
Happy New Years to all, and to all a good-night.”
by Cindy Rhoades – copyright 2011 – All Rights Reserved
Key West New Years – The Poem – “T’was the Night before New Years on Key West”