Garrison Keillor calls it "song fragment buildup". Bits and pieces that lodge in your brain and keep swirling around, aching for completion. Now that you reminded me I just checked Google again and found one I've been looking for...
IN PRAISE OF COCOA, CUPID'S NIGHTCAP
Lines written upon hearing the startling news that cocoa is, in fact, a mild aphrodisiac:
Half-past nine-high time for supper;
"Cocoa, love?" "Of course, my dear."
Helen thinks it's quite delicious,
John prefers it now to beer.
Knocking back the sepia potion,
Hubby winks, says, "Who's for bed?"
"Shan't be long," says Helen softly,
Cheeks a faintly flushing red.
For they've stumbled on the secret
Of a love that never wanes,
Rapt beneath the tumbled bedclothes,
Cocoa coursing through their veins.
--- Stanley J. Sharpless |
