Mona Leasy Poem by George Hunter

Mona Leasy, Mona Leasy
Are you greasy?
Are you the lady
With the mystic smell
That holds me under your magic spell?
Why is your smile so enigmatic?
It puts your viewers in a panic.
Do you wish to take a beau
Or just be part of a picture show?
Will you heed my beck and call
Or just hang chastely in that hall?
Maybe it will calm your fears
If we share a couple of beers.
If I could get you under the cover
You could be my fantasy lover.
So mirror, mirror on the wall
Is she the fairest of them all?
Now I see that you're not real at all
Just a painting hanging on the wall.
So good-bye to you my Mona dear
I'm going to have another beer.