Jenny Looks Like Goldie Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

I saw her in person once the Arabesque prancer
Goldie wasn't born to be someone's private dancer
Walking proudly poised she was through Delta's main gate
My wicked thoughts of her in her skirt made me a reprobate
Then i met fair Jenny and her eyes were Goldie's eyes
I glanced upon her legs and saw her thighs matched Goldie's thighs
Most of all the mouth that masks those teeth so white and straight
That screams out now please kiss me and simply just won't wait

Jenny looks like Goldie she smiles and animals take pause
The largest hairiest bear in the woods wouldn't harm her with his claws
She wanders through her day a lost princess in the town
She'll never know my sordid past i could be such her clown
My early life of trees and farms and playing in the woods as a boy
Are things that city girl Jenny won't know my past was such a joy

But Jenny looks like Goldie and she's also poised and kind
My heart is weak when I'm near her it's proof her heart does bind
My homage to her here is reckless i admit
I write but today it's lame
Jenny looks like Goldie does
My heart soars! I love them both the same!