Mother

AMERICAN ICONS One is known for her hemlines Just so right The other for hemlines Accompanied by no tights Young ladies with poise Will always make the right noise But girls from orphanages Will marry young, dreaming Of what their life might become Life’s rich tapestry was woven Into a pink chanel suit Camelot’s princess was american grace While some like it hot Di Maggio did not Another heartache for sugar cane Vanity Fair with it’s gossip and flair Adored both ladies to death Socialite gatherings had reached a peak Stories abounding of a blonde In the President’s sheets Jackie ever stoic Turned the other cheek As time goes by Loyalty and lies are of no surprise For each leading lady a private sigh Mr. Miller privately laughed at the new bride By his side Whilst Jackie cradled her husbands bloody head She then knew camelot was officially dead Just like the blonde in her la home Who died as she was always alone Copywright