Bonnie Belle

Bonnie Belle was a dear charming lass Drove a pink corvette made from fiberglass Lived in a tiny little house next to an overpass Precisely with a pair of scissors trimmed her grass Figure chiseled like an hourglass Dressed the part as if upper class Drank her coffee from a demitasse But much preferred her brandy by the glass Kept her eye on life through a spy glass Looking for that illusive ring of brass Finding clues here and there in every crevasse With far too little luck, alas AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on February 27, 2018