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She’s a vixen without knowing it
Her big, wide eyes can tear men apart
And gals get jealous, but won’t admit
How Betty Boop’s poses rock the heart!
When she coos high, a blown skirt would lift
More tempting that Monroe’s photo shot;
Batting curled lashes like twilight feathers
As curvy hiplines would lightly slither.
Tired of fame, Betty changes her style
Wearing a hula to cover those knees
Oh fans start to ponder for a while,
How the red hair looks like a disease
With earrings gone, where’s the real profile?
A disguise which makes guy s whine, “Don’t tease!”
But the wind ruffles Boop’s grass costume
Revealing a gathered thigh in full bloom!
Shadow Hamilton’s Comic Book Character