Over Easy

OVER EASY Pure innocence was writ all over her though every boy knows how she really was her love was something just a touch could stir; her reason was no more than -- "just because." If easy was her way, she loved her game. the only rule was not to ever tell, though no one ever called her by her name, and everybody called her, Might-as-well. There never was a princess ever known through-out all time--as innocent and pure as she, when everytime she was alone with any boy, of this you can be sure. Most men think back on her, and wonder why, while she thinks back and only wants to die. © 2007 RON WILSON aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet