One Blonde Speaking After Silence
Like fish, attracted to a flame
The smiling ladies swarm
In prose
Their toes
Set idle pulses racing
For these beauties know no shame.
Their bubbles, as they slyly bounce
Reflect the candlelight
In verse
They curse
All deities debasing
To make the most of every ounce.
Their crimson locks, their auburn shoes
And plump, pneumatic form
In lace
As geese
No chandelier outfacing
No honour left to lose
| Contributors: | Roland, KT, P, TG, Grayman, The Agent Apsley. |
| Poem finished: | 1st December 1999. |