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! 


2 comments:

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.