Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Who Were You

                Who were you
                   dazzling in sequined dresses
                   flaunting your hour-glass figure 
                   topside, growing ever bigger 

                Who were you
                   red lipstick plastered on thick
                   earrings and finger rings galore
                   with a voice like a painted whore

                Your smile was eternally frozen
                You gave old men a hard-on
                   behind that bod
                   that spectacular facade... 

                Who were you, Dolly Parton
                  ~ Did you ever know

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CayCay Godwin August 27, 2026 at 6:30 PM I enjoyed this and it is certainly another well-written piece. Much food for thought and you didn't settle on a PG rating which added impact. I always had the feeling she was in touch with herself, was REAL other than body parts but I am well aware no one ever really knows the truth about a famous personality. I understand she had to go to Datsun dealerships to buy her bras, only place with 280Z's. Gershon Wolf August 27, 2026 at 8:17 PM i don't know why, but the moment I saw her, I knew she was a big fake --- from the hair to the breasts, to the figure, to the outfits, to that cutesy little-girl voice. Bleaahhh!... '280Z's' - Hilarious, CayCay. Thanks for the laugh.

David Scott August 27, 2026 at 4:36 PM Well great lines rhyme yes she passed away few days ago

Pascal Borg August 27, 2026 at 2:59 PM Born in the same month and same year as me, she was the Queen of Country Music, singer-songwriter, actress, philanthropist and business woman. Never mind her looks! R.I.P. Rebecca Gershon Wolf August 27, 2026 at 8:18 PM Phony as a $4 dollar bill, I say. Different strokes for different folks, I guess...