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
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