Queen of Spring
The boys are leaving,
And she almost
Seems to care...
...She sits,
Splayed out,
On her front porch
In her favorite
Front porch chair
With her snappy girl shoes
On her pretty girl feet
Protruding from the blush
Of her
Buttercup framed seat...
She's wearing tight jeans
That are snug around
The leg...
...Her ankles are bare,
And her skin show
Pulls my peg...
...So I hurdle to attention!...
I'm ready to be groomed
By the nature,
And the elements
That she summons
With her mood...
Queen of Spring!...
Queen of Spring!...
...O, those wild
Celestial things
That you use
To Jazz our sights.
...How I love the
Sudden sting
That erupts inside
When courted
By a Goddess,
And Creator
Who gloriously
Runs like paint...
...Guides the world in
Her manner...
...She is something
Of a saint...
Queen of Spring...
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2017
Bunny Villaire