Over Easy
OVER EASY
Pure innocence was writ all over her
though every boy knows how she really was
her love was something just a touch could stir;
her reason was no more than -- "just because."
If easy was her way, she loved her game.
the only rule was not to ever tell,
though no one ever called her by her name,
and everybody called her, Might-as-well.
There never was a princess ever known
through-out all time--as innocent and pure
as she, when everytime she was alone
with any boy, of this you can be sure.
Most men think back on her, and wonder why,
while she thinks back and only wants to die.
© 2007 RON WILSON aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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