Her Name Is Lizzie Oh, I Saw Her In A Lovely Garden Poem by Harindhar Reddy

Her name is Lizzie Oh, I saw her in a lovely garden...
Hippy, Rubenesque, royal curves piled up her
hilltop, 
a soft shiny diadem for her diamond vox,
oh, she's a lovely and chirpy bird with orchestra
in her throat - the stars shine in her eyes,
her nose delights even the moon's twilight
she isn't normal, blonde, oh her name is Lizzie,
an angelic, the image of pure beauty and power;
Her name is Lizzie, a red-hot and knock-out beauty.

Her name is Lizzie Oh, I saw her in a lovely garden...
There a dance of bees singing out the ruined pleasure
of their battle with avenues of forsythia while blue,
purple and pink roses sung welcome song to butterflies
on the other side. In the mid garden, the silk worms'
dream of mulberry leaves, to produce regal fiber...
Her name is Lizzie, a red-hot and knock-out beauty.

Her name is Lizzie Oh, I saw her in a lovely garden...
For you, I would give up bartlett pears peeled back
to reveal some buried bliss, juicy yellow pulp
and their cousins Kashmiri apples which are more
beautiful, wrapped red or blue skin, white flesh,
sweet and sour like first kiss to you miss...
Her name is Lizzie, a red-hot and knock-out beauty.