Oddments of the Blonde
The gypsy's skirts swirled like the leaves in the fall
While her suitors stood sorely perplexed
But _love_ had been shown by her Sears crystal ball
Though the waiting had left her quite vexed.
"You must wait for a man with blond hair and a tan"
breathed a phantom from deep in the orb.
"Dressed to distress he'll speak like an adman"
And then mouthed words that hurt to absorb...
"When you hear the box say, 'Now, how much will you pay?',
'How much for a blonde man?'
You'll ask.
You must hurry! Act quickly! You cannot delay!
And I've heard that he might be a Basque
All her suitors were dark, not one close to the mark,
To her horror, not one looked like Rocky
Although there was one whom she wanted to shun
He held hands with Arcaro, the jockey
She threw up her hands and stormed off in a huff
Then the ball rolled and broke, as in Kane
and disabled the future with nary a puff
Which will drive plastic surgeons insane
| Contributors: | Kevin Andrew Murphy, yog, Kansas Sam, mcb, mdb, Anon., scientist, metric line completer, Veracity, Edgar, Hagfish. |
| Poem finished: | 27th June 2003. |