They could not wait to see what grandma’s newest wig would be.
Prepared for almost anything, she was whimsical and full of glee.
They began to laugh and point. The youngest one said “whoopee!”
She created a sassy and hippy-like wig that was totally punky.
My whimsical grandma for sure suits me, said Sammy, only age three.
She was such a Soleil sight surprise,
sunburst bubbly ...
tulip breath of fresh air
After the first “hi,”
more of her
I was beach boy daydream thirsting for
With an Orphan Annie
cavalier disdain for the ocean blues,
her Punky Brewster attitude
was a magnetic, attractive allure —
A force of personality gravity
that had everybody beach diving in,
following
with reckless abandon
That ruby lip girl
was just so ivory cute unleavened cool,
I tell you the honest-to-dove truth
Cutting thru the crowd
of her sand castle entourage
was an eye Atlas task,
which I was skinny-hearted brave
challenge willing to do
I had another’s tattoo on my heart
laser quick removed
That moon-eyed girl
took a tidal wave interest in me,
much to my Soleil surprise —
A beautiful Punky Brewster tattoo
got light beam carved into my mahogany heart,
deep on the inside
Posy and Punky rode a kinky ass
Went to the market to buy awesome trash
But the trash was clunky
Said Posy and Punky
The ass rolled his eyes hey they are still fresh