A pinup girl is a kind of cartoon character
With a disproportionate mind and figure.
She has this facial expression, the same one constantly,
As if to say wow, a birthday cake, just for me?
She lives in a fantasy world
In which everyone's soul has been sold
Living lives of raucous absurdity
Macho men ogle at the pinup girls in the city.
A pinup girl, upon noticing she's being noticed,
Will keep on walking but will look back with mock embarrassment.
If she carries one, she'll twirl her umbrella
Blinking long black lashes till someone shouts hey, ragazza bella!
Her walk is a sight to behold, a sight quite comic at least,
Waddling, high heeled, well tapered legs clumsily a-jut from a wasp thin waist.
A streetwalker, but not a whore, as innocent as a virgin but not an angel,
She's a pinup girl.
Copyright © Conor ONeill | Year Posted 2014
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