Jessabella
Jesabella the jeweled princess was a lucky doll.
She was gorgeous in every direction, after all.
Her lips were thick, and her body was scrumptious.
She is a real looker! Said Old Man McRumptious.
We wanted to meet her, for we had heard so much.
She was truly beautiful, working on paintings and such.
As she spoke to us diamonds and rubies fell onto her paper.
How in the world does she pull off this kind of amazing caper?
Emeralds, rubies, and topaz began floating from her hair.
Some landed on me, others landed on my chair.
I have plenty of gems, Jesabella said to my friend and I.
You may take some home. I took a topaz as blue as the sky.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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