Gale entered the gala
with her guard down
the guy let out a guffaw
as he gyrated over to gullible Gale.
Gale greeted him without guile.
Who knew Guido was a good guy.
Gladly she glanced through glasses
at Guido, who was gliding
gleefully this way and that.
A funny glimmer she felt in her girth.
Giddy with gibberish they giggled,
gabby in their own galaxy
surrounded by a gallery of gawkers.
Their eyes gleamed and glistened
with each glance and go round
of genial gestures.
Finally growing groggy from all
the gymnastic gyrations
Gale told Guido, I need a guzzle
lets go.