Behold the big blonde...
Blousy, brassy, beautiful, a sexy cream and sugar and strawberry pink concoction. Mounds of luscious merangue bosom, drawn butter, hollandaise lemon mayonnaise. We love you...
Behold the big blonde...
Not the party girl we thought she was. Behold the big brassy ring on her finger and the hole in her heart. The twisted dance of homeless love. Cracked crab meat cocktail. We love you ... not.
Behold the big blonde...
Hourglass figure, scoops of candy spiral vanilla ice cream, cheesecake. Brassy brassiere, hips like peanut brittle. Behold her coo, pigeon voiced, smile all unjoyful, desperately winking an SOS in morse code through Maybelline.
We love you not.
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1 comment:
A few weeks back, you noticed my unintentional poetry.
This time, I'm quite sure you intended it.
Nicely done. Love the imagery.
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