Southern Bell Poem by James Casey

She was definately a southern bell
Don't cross her or the rage of hell
Will fall upon you, like a lioness
She always wears gauzy dresses
With her straw colored hats
She is delicious and pernicious
Is also cunning and catty
A hellcat bathed in sensuality

She's what every woman wants to be
And men only dream of having
She is always soaked in sexuality
There is ample cleavage and
All men beckon her to see what's below
She teases all men, but gives to none
She is a Southern Bell, all confidence
And the completeness of womanhood