Vanilla

A sonnet for a nightclub

When first we wandered, full of new love,

And tried a thousand diff’rent haunts,

On love seats below, and neon bars above,

And all the main drag’s many jaunts.

But there was one place that fit like a glove.

A place that filled our desires and wants.

“Where the girls are,” where the music’s hot,

Where the vodka’s cheap, and it’s worth a shot.