Small town beauty with face body;
that could launch a thousand ships.
Excited ecstatic about forthcoming holiday trips;
charismatic expectations cannot sink titanic lips.
Small town girl, out in spectacular city clubs,
places never been;
all the people clothes, alcoholic drinks,
but drunken mouth obscene.
Visually impressive, figure face, dramatic look,
reigns new social queen;
but when bouncer, tries to evict, her shook,
glass through walled mirror, smashes wall, into smithereens.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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