As he climbed up unaware
Every female eye beneath him
Saw at once a chance to glance
Trailing, bliss blue jeans behind and
Head arrayed with golden curls
Earned approval from the girls
Trendy, halfway down his backside
I beheld Da Vinci's angels'
Classic beauty.
November 2011
By Gillian E Shaw
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