Poem for Tamara Ann

To Tamara Ann Carsonova,
a canto ‘n C,
O, M, A, N, R, S, T, an’ V,

Tamara Ann's o' so smart.
No rants or consonants can con Anna.
A tart, as constant manna, on a savanna,
A Samoan manor Anna?
A tattoo 'n Montana?
Mantras ‘n Monaco?
Tantras ‘o Tamara, 'n Toronto.

Tamara Ann can scare a man,
so Tamara‘s Sonoran tan.
At contrast, a cat's so vast 'n cost,
. . . . so . . . 
a contract attracts a mass o' rats,

A tart’s avatar attracts atoms.
No ammo, nor tarot cart,
or 'n tattoo art, on an ant!
Tamara arms a man, ‘n cannons!

Mom's 'n a room, a corn aroma,
's mom torn in a coma?
A can o’ tomato's, carrots ‘n toast
Mom at ‘om’, ‘ov’s Tamara most.

A contact sacrosanct,

Soon a son at noon.

M’ nom ‘s Marc

‘M not a common man,
Not a caracara, nor a cormorant,
nor a coot, nor an arc.
Nor a Tom ‘n a van.
Nor a Roman, on an ottoman,
nor a Cartoon man on a carton,
. . . ‘n a cotton cocoon.
Nor an marooned man on a mast,
on Oman’s coast,
Nor a tan Moroccan.

'M a savant,

A Montanan man at noon.

M' nam's Marc, 'm a Carsonova too!

Tamara's art so starts to soar,
A man, as 'n amor,

A mantra, as tantra art!
Roars a toast to Tamara's star,
A toon, a staccato canon!
A moon-star toon, on a Mac?
Tamara cantos sonatas at a moon.

Tamara starts a’ sort o’ act.
An Marc tosses Tamara across a canvas coat!
So Marc storms Tamara's moat.

Tamara Ann Carsonova
An avatar ‘n A, C, M, N, O, R, S, T, an’ V.
Tamara can attract a man,
As art cannot.