Polaris, is she,
The leading star at night,
She’s no stranger to the silver screen,
That lithium dream,
Beauty queen of a bygone era.
Picture-perfect, perfect picture
With her fringe-framed face,
Boy she’s a body-jerker,
A real head-turner, and
Watch as my mind twirls.
Oh yes!
How I could get lost in those flicker book eyes,
And delight in every picture,
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Welcome to the sexiest psychodrama,
Cyclorama, carousel of love!
And so every night,
I play the same dream on repeat,
Just me and you,
Outta the field of view and
Sharing a laugh in paradise.
So Frieda, let me be
The bow in your barnet,
The bee in your bonnet,
The boy that won’t give up,
‘Cos I’m a spinning top,
And doting despot,
And I’m never gonna let up.
October 30, 2016 at 4:17 pm
Your poems are so lovely and vivid! 🙂
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October 31, 2016 at 12:48 am
That’s very kind of you, ta!
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