By Lee W.
Here’s a note to the girls at the bar,
just something to say how beautiful they are.
I know it’s not an alcoholic haze,
it’s their beauty that’s left me in a daze.
One has dark hair and one is a blond.
I wish I were a prince or a sorcerer with a magic wand,
for if I were a braver man, I’d take a chance
and ask one of them for a dance.
~ Later ~
Some more lyrics to the girls at the bar,
they think they’re sexier than they really are.
Maybe this poem would be complete
if I said a word about their conceit!
~ Even Later ~
They both got drunk, and one got mad
about losin the attention of a man she’d had.
~ Much Later ~
Now develops a shocking sight
when these two beauties begin to fight
with teeth and nails and sounds so harsh,
like a bobcat fight in a Louisiana marsh.
Now, that reminds me of what my dad used to say,
and it’s a truth that goes this way.
“When you find a beauty, you may wanna keep her,
but beauty’s shallow and ugly’s deeper.”
I guess that beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes all the way to the bone