Black Beauty

BLACK BEAUTY One sunny afternoon Mooching about the streets to kill time, Lo and behold! What did I see? A damsel A very pretty damsel walking the streets alone. She had dark oily skin which glittered conspicuously Under the espy of the hot sun Her skin was without blemish and Was as smooth as the sands of the Sahara. She was nattily dressed in a blue-black gown And a necklace of pearls was dangling from her neck. She walked daintily about like a springbok And had long graceful legs And very piercing eyes. By Jove! This pretty damsel was the cynosure of all eyes Even a sightless man would have been thrilled by her beauty A monk would have forgotten his monastic vows And fall for her charm on sighting her For her beauty was beyond words. I was held spell-bound by her beauty She put me in a state of perpetual delirium And immediately I wished she was mine But then she was somebody elses'.