"The Lassie Who Can Blush"
By Rachel Heffington
I would give many a dollar,
I would give a golden thrush,
If you showed me really, truly,
A young lass who still can blush.
There are many "happy" women
Who have laid their values bare,
Who parade in shameful clothing
That low men might think them fair.
But the kind of girl I notice,
Isn't one who's in a rush,
Not a girl who's bold and brassy,
But a lassie who can blush.
A blush is colored innocence,
The rose of modesty,
The proof of wholesome maidenhood
Through endless history.
And oft I smile to myself
As I catch a tell-tale flush,
"There's still a precious group of them-
Those lassies who can blush!"
I would give many a dollar,
I would give a golden thrush,
Just to see old-fashioned sweetness
Of a lass who still can blush.
Pretty girl all made up
An image for the eye
She appears so perfect but it's a lie
She Is fake in every way
Plastic surgery fake hair
So fragile touch her and shell tear
Pretty little girl perched up for all to see
Is this really what you want to be
A porcelain doll
Trapped with strict laws
Scolded for the simplest flaws
Your beauty won't last forever
How long till you fall
Ticking time bomb they can only push you so far
When you break you'll shatter
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