I'D Rather Be A Geisha Poem by Linda Hepner

I'd rather be a geisha,
her life is far more gay,
she dances like acacia
abloom in blossomed May;
she goes back home to Oma
and rests her weary feet
or wears her silk pajama
with sushi as a treat.
A courtesan however
is lying on her back
or front or side, whatever,
which I find somewhat tack-
y, since she has to tie up
her own bows and kimono,
so though her class be high-up
she can't accept pro-bono
but works hard for her madam
and harder for her john.
Eve never bowed to Adam
or cooked him a wonton,
in fact her name means Lively -
she did just what she liked,
and when the snake said 'Shrive me! '
she gave him apples spiked.
So there's a lot more freedom
as geisha, singer, or
whatever suits a hedon
who pays up more and more.
Her wrinkles do not phase you,
her talent draws a crowd,
first pay! then she obeys you
she's smart, alone, unbowed.

Omigosh
3.14.08