She's A Southern Belle Alright Poem by Verbaas Mij

We have the liberty bell up north.
The fools we are,
we passed up our right
for a divine chime.
The southern belles
have the best ring.
With pear-like curves that say:
dangerous.
The belles got it right
coming north in the summer.
They sound much better here
in a place with no accent.
Up north i wait
for summer
and belles.
To smile and talk,
hear the accent of the south.
I think of divine intervention,
being sent by fate.
I think of beauty
and strength of the mind.
My mind recalls these sweet curves
of a pear. Ever changing
beauty.
That of a
Southern Belle.