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