Meeting Mimi Sue
The quintessence of womanhood, Mimi Sue makes me drool.
Exquisite, an angel, a champion of femininity, my jewel.
A peach, a beauty, a gem, my ideal mate.
I smiled at my brother, he had at last met his fate.
I expected to see Rita Hayworth get out of his car.
My husband was thinking Jennifer Anniston, his favorite star.
Well at least he has gotten more mature my mother said.
As Mimi Sue extracted herself from his VW Bug, her hair flaming red.
For she was built like an oak, would fit in right away.
We greeted her warmly, that warm Sunday day.
At least he recognized real beauty this time stated Dad.
She was the most down-home, regular date he had ever had.
Mimi Sue was gentle, and kind, and natural empath.
She was accepting and loving, and had a great laugh.
She was a sorcerer, she had dazzled him, this regular dame.
He was ready to settle down, get married, stop playing all games.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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