A Dent In The Fender Poem by Christan Bowen

what would be worse
than the curse of beauty?
the few who knew me
would do their duty
but mostly im alone
eating jelly beans and ice cream cones
I sit on the porch and try
to analize
a butterfly

what if one was to catch me
he would say
honey fetch me
something cold
so I may drink it
or cast a line
and bait he sinks it

but he doesn't show
the prettiest girl on the row
all flow and beauty and flowers in hair
with a nice little house
and porch rocking chairs
the bare skin of her shoulders shows
the day is getting colder, so
she heads in
and says then
after a little porchin'
I will eat
and watch wheel of fortune