Yuri and Gogo
If Gagarin meets Yubari
Slumming at a bar
Dare Gagarin ask Yubari:
how d'you like my car?
Now I don't mean to impugn Sir G
With tint of paedophile
Cause this is all a jape, you see
In arch bathetic style.
Says Yubari to Gagarin
Narrowing her eyes:
"Why don't you lean in close, dear sir
I have a small surprise."
Now Gagarin and Yubari
Have some history,
Both archetypes in dreamscape
You might gather this to be.
Says Gagarin to Yubari
"Nice try, pretty girl
But you'll not scotch a gentleman
Who's kited round the world"
What does Gagarin in my cosmos
Truly represent?
As for Yubari, does her fashion
Reveal a certain bent?
Yuri pulls a stiffer drink
And asked "So what's your quarrel?
I wasn't aware our separate tale
Shared any sort of moral."
Gagarin wrote my fantasies
With daylight shade of ink;
Yubari puts the sugar in pop
(I don't mean what you think).
Gogo utters a single name
While bristling: "Vladivostok!"
Silence springs to seize the scene
From Yuri's sudden shock.
What does earthbound mystery
Provoke at its extreme?
Or Shaolin style and Harajuku
Blended up in theme?
Gogo says: "You heard me sir;
I know I didn't stammer."
Sharp from behind her pleated skirt
She swings her meteor hammer.
With Gagarin and Yubari
Battling at the bar,
My thoughts retreat to reverie
And when it's gone too far.