A good picnic
Starts in the
Vineyard
And winds its way
To the field.
Open the gate,
She’s zipping
Up her dress and
Putting on the pearls. Many
A crowd loves
The beauty, the corsage
She wraps on her wrist.
A lovely dance
Begins in the
Outdoors
And winds its way
Into the camera.
Open the gate
She’s slipping on
The heels, and
Putting on the pearls. Isn’t she
Beautiful? Many
A crowd loves
A lonely girl, some-
One twirling in
And out, frilly
Skirt, soft cardigan.
A kitty cat
Purrs in the back
And winds its way
Into the garden…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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