what would be worse
than the curse of beauty?
the few who knew me
would do their duty
but mostly im alone
eating jelly beans and ice cream cones
I sit on the porch and try
to analize
a butterfly
what if one was to catch me
he would say
honey fetch me
something cold
so I may drink it
or cast a line
and bait he sinks it
but he doesn't show
the prettiest girl on the row
all flow and beauty and flowers in hair
with a nice little house
and porch rocking chairs
the bare skin of her shoulders shows
the day is getting colder, so
she heads in
and says then
after a little porchin'
I will eat
and watch wheel of fortune
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem