I had my first experience with Caroline today.
Wearing blue and gold,
she shined in the ketchup factory.

 

Caroline was a soldier
who wore her medal of honor
when the enemies attacked.  
With broken bones and
blood rubicund as the ketchup,
she stood tall.

 

Caroline is sweet,
but also salty.
She’s the college man screaming “Lets Go!”
She’s the college woman
admiring the veteran’s athleticism,
and other, more erotic parts.

 

Caroline hails from a land of dreamers,
those willing to lay down dollars for degrees.
Caroline isn’t cheap.

 

Caroline had me swaying with strangers.
Locking arms with distant cousins,
I was touching them,
touching you,
touching me.