Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Yes, Virginia

Four foot eleven, a sparkler, an imp,
Leaving critics enchanted whilst on the bill,
Until the pictures stole you away-
Girls like you weren't made to sit still.
Randy and pert with a dangerous smile,
Any sadness that touched you quickly dispersed,
That beautiful face hid a spirit of iron,
Hardy, unbreakable, never coerced.

Viola Dana 

Also, thank you to Lolita of Lolita's Classics for giving me the Over the Top Blog Award! 


Lolita said...

Lovely poem as usual!
And be sure to put that award on the sidebar where people can see it! ;)

Chris Edwards said...

This is a terrific idea for a blog, and best of all, you're really good at it. I occasionally use verse for my reviews of silent shorts--the *really* short ones from 1900 and earlier. It seems like the best way to capture them.