Fair-skinned, gray-blue eyes
My hair long thick blonde
The turn of my ankle a gift to man
My voluminous behind

I crouch here gazing up a hill
Coveting your rich red house
I assumed since I'm a virgin goddess
You'd marry me a good girl's prize

One day I let you nibble
At my million dollar nipples
Through my racy lacey blouse

But your puppy dog jumped up
I slapped it down it yipped
I taught that mongrel a thing or two

What they say about men is true
I promised on our wedding night
If you treated me nice
You could unlock my golden box
And root around in there

But she came along
A squatter on your thighs
Pumped you like a lollypop
With wide-opened eyes

A brunette a bad girl a poet
You've built onto the barn
A poetry salon

She won the house the man
The barn the land
I just don't understand