The quintessence of womanhood, Mimi Sue makes me drool.
Exquisite, an angel, a champion of femininity, my jewel.
A peach, a beauty, a gem, my ideal mate.
I smiled at my brother, he had at last met his fate.
I expected to see Rita Hayworth get out of his car.
My husband was thinking Jennifer Anniston, his favorite star.
Well at least he has gotten more mature my mother said.
As Mimi Sue extracted herself from his VW Bug, her hair flaming red.
For she was built like an oak, would fit in right away.
We greeted her warmly, that warm Sunday day.
At least he recognized real beauty this time stated Dad.
She was the most down-home, regular date he had ever had.
Mimi Sue was gentle, and kind, and natural empath.
She was accepting and loving, and had a great laugh.
She was a sorcerer, she had dazzled him, this regular dame.
He was ready to settle down, get married, stop playing all games.
After the Dominican with it's heat and humidity
This is absolute heaven on earth
Temps in the low seventies with bright sunny skies
AND NO HUMIDITY
Humidity's a killer as you all well know
You can be sitting absolute still
Not exerting yourself even the tiniest wee bit
And still the sweat could be running down your face
On men, it's manly
On women, it's against the law
For exhibiting such unladylike tendencies
Women don't sweat... they perspire
Bull crap! They sweat just like us guys
Given the choice, though
I'd rather perspire to death
Than burn to death... no contest
But when you get right down to it
I'd really rather pass away making love to Jennifer Aniston
© Jack Ellison 2014
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