This first edition published 2012.
Copyright 2012 Susanu. All rights reserved.
CANTO THE FIRST
There is a kind of moment, it is said,
Both the apotheosis of pure bliss
And portent of a future bright ahead,
Which, once it's lived, the one who lived will miss
It so, he'll chase it down till his deathbed.
A thing as simply perfect as a kiss
Can start a search for the eternal truth,
But only if it's sanctified by youth.
This is a tale of youth that I'd relate,
With facts of life and little fluff fantastic.
It's not quite picaresque, not quite sedate,
Yet may at times come off as too bombastic,
Which I intend and hope to expiate,
But know it's very often half-sarcastic!
If quirks in this pastiche you will allow,
Dear reader, I'll begin the story now.
On top a busy bridge one morn 'round ten,
Dressed in a handsome suit with hand-sewn hems,
Don Juan stood