Adriana Jones

Whenever Adriana Jones went down the mall, We fellas on the streets lasciviously ogled at her: She was a lady in and beyond and about all, Calm, adroit and her breed was fairly rare. She was different from all of us, with a sophisticated pride, That came from deep her wealthy life; and the blazers She wore were couture. She was voluptuous from side To side: and she had all the money to spend on extravaganzas. And she was always sensationally attired, And she was always kind when she spoke; And her lips looked too smooth to be real, desired By every man of family and every young bloke. And she was ravishing –yup, most ravishing than a queen – And majestically studied at a fancy finishing school: In all, we people thought that she was a lady to preen To make us wish we were also that beautiful and that cool. Hence on we wished, and awaited her nuptial day; For she was aesthetic –a perfect exhibition of God’s art. And so Adriana Jones, one impeccable Valentine’s Day, Went home and pierced the blade of a knife through her heart.