D.F.W.

I dated mostly police. I hated coastal solace. In navy posts I flourished. I inflate the cost of polish. I restrained my nest-egg worries. On planes I tested patience. I prayed for lusty follies. I betrayed my foster family. In ways I lost my malice. I craved a cloistered palace. I dared say the feast was ghoulish. I became a tourist: boorish. Unswayed by mystic knowledge, I raised a frosty chalice. I was upstaged and roasted: English. I obeyed a ghost who’s tall-ish. The play was close to flawless. I stayed and missed her no less. Then one day the fester wasn’t. I cried: the taste was more-ish.