A Hip of Glass

Her hip goes turbulent like an air plane As she carries her heap on her hip She swings it like a crèche swing She bounces her two girls like a bouncing castle The beauty that shone in her eyes made it difficult for ugliness to lay its siege. This beauty was made in heaven Her figure was configured and shaped into an hour glass Her dazzling figure caused a stare like a movie premier in silver bird Her elegance and beauty produces an expression of the parnassien art She is drop dead gorgeous par excellence Her admirers would lend their two cents to behold this beauty. She leaves her footprint in the pigment of their imagination