Friday, February 18, 2011

Imogene Follies

the footlights would catch her eye
and that glance,
that half-smile, coy and sweet
as she'd dance -
every arrow-collared chap thought
it for him
but she did little that wasn't on
a whim

to Germany, forced into a new life
(she was to blame)
then Hollywood when it was safe
(with a new name)

a short-lived starlet, keen and bright
before her troubles
brought her to an unkind end
and burst our Bubbles

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