She, The Carpet Bagger.... Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

She was lithe, a professor,
Beautiful, comely,
Honey tounged, differently
Attracted to old rich men,
At last marrying a billionaire,
She got all that she longed for
All the fame, riches, pictures
In fab magazines,
At last the old rich man dying,
Inheriting all his wealth, fame,
She stood tall in society
Bagging the carpert
She desired so long
From childhood, also earning,
the handsiomes hunks
Her money and beauty bought.