Opportunities to be expected.
Between the pages of dew.
A bush to be erected.
Fluttering lashes were you.
Then swallowing in your sleep
I won’t have to lend more money.
You’re a brunette in retreat
after rolling about like a bunny.
Destined to be reformed
On a slant-board you looked fantastic
No need to pose informed
Right side up you’re now bombastic.
But the Hustler came along.
He teased you to spread your limbs.
Branches cracked and you were gone
Sweet innocence where it begins.
No more were you a game.
This was serious stuff.
Death had come to the lame.
Snapdragons spoke in the rough.
Now you’re the Easter Bunny
appearing in the parade.
Kicking up your heels to Sonny
The richest playboy ever made.