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Wednesday, October 05, 2005

 

She...

A maiden so fair
So fair as to have breached the code of conduct
Held in highest esteem by gamblers
Who from rushing for gold
Were distracted by the glittering prize
A subordinate unfortunate
Knowing the prowess of the mistress
And the meandering thought process of a man in distress
She would face the mirror and lift up her corset
An asset that has managed by many
Yet rarely a man in finance
Hers was the role of the mother and the lover
Both would put a meal on the table
Yet one cuisine was more juicy than the other
Through her culinary delights
And starry eyes like clear sky nights
She made her money in the towns
Of bars, that overflowed with crowns
Her currency ... anatomy
Her reward a thousand husbands
Her quandry a conscience
Her aim .... Not quite true

Stephen Monaghan © 2005.

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