I've been broken and smitten for so long,
Standing here like a statue,
With a vague thought, as elusive as the smell of a primrose,
Observing a long slit of daylight like a pointing finger.
Alone, like a storm-tossed wreck in the bar with no lady to call mine,
A tear like silver, glistened in the corner of my eye,
Then I saw a young lady, blonde hair and blue eyes,
She was wasp-waisted and had glossy skin.
Like a patient dog,
I waited till the band played the last song,
Beautiful as the dawn, dominant as the sun,
But my family and friends hated her with passion.
Charm upon charm in her was packed, like rose-leaves in a costly vase,
Creeping like a snail, I'm unwilling to dump her,
We eloped to a far city,
Disappearing into distance like a hazy sea.
Right there, she broke my heart beyond repair,
It bleeds profusely and I'm cold,
The choice I made didn't work out the way I thought it would,
I'm shattered by love.
Your eyes will pick her from a crowd of ladies,
Her hair,a flyaway,very thin and soft as silk,
Her gaze sharp,and eyelids as if lined with shards of glass,
Below,a dainty nose with dazzling Pandora jewels
That extends to her sea-nymph ears
Her beaming smile,makes the world a better place,
Teeth white white as lime under her pouting lips
Her wasp waisted body picks well with her thick thighs
Your eyes will pick her from a crowd of ladies
She'll make a three-year old experience early adolescence,
TEXAS
Is a vast place, bigger than France, and in many ways much more interesting.
El Capitan reef, the Pecos, the Panhandle, all conjure up more imagination
Than a truckload of Monmartres, a shovelful of escargot, or a herd of poodles
Heaven for me must have stetsons and not guys with chic scarves and wineglasses,
Women who can jump a quarter-horse and round up a hundred maverick longhorn,
Not wasp-waisted scowlers with absurd dresses mincing on imaginary tightropes
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