Musk

Musk Poem Lionel Derbyshire. She drives a blue beetle She eyes the pastor " See you on Sunday " She is not shy .. She has a blue umbrella .. She checks her hair in the puddles. The church is calling her. A girl of .. " There is great and there is cheat And they compete There is high and there is low It blows hot or cold There is irritate and there is pleasure " The pastor sprays his preach. Mixed feelings she has to measure. And then she kneels to pray For peace without war. A lady of .. She drive's off in a huff Her blue beetle leaves a dust Tinted and in a musk. Who is she ... I dont have a name Before I love Her I'll call her Musk I watched her Leave a fragance .. Mysterious .. And me ...O me Had another glance. There she goes again. A woman of .. Independence .. In a dream I have.