Pretty at Fifty
She's a 50's girl.
Check the hair curl.
Skippin' down the street like a queen bee girl.
Diamond rings, petticoats,
Long frock swirls.
Nifty little feet see the class act twirl.
White smile, rose cheeks;
Spins my world.
Lookin' far out, got eyes like pearls.
Sugar sweet, peace clean;
Makes men hurl.
No swagger, no brand.
She's a 50's girl.
Check the hair curl.
Skippin' down the street like a queen bee girl.
Diamond rings, petticoats,
Long frock swirls.
Nifty little feet see the class act twirl.
White smile, rose cheeks;
Spins my world.
Lookin' far out, got eyes like pearls.
Sugar sweet, peace clean;
Makes men hurl.
No swagger, no brand.
She's a 50's girl.
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This is an incredibly rough piece of lyrical practice. It's not foremost a poem per-say as it was made in mind as a song verse to be repeated about three times, with similar lyrical & musical tempo to Wiley's 'Wearin' Ma Rolex'. Yet in hindsight, I do believe it could be used with a more casual, soothing, possibly acoustic background.From beginning to end I kept having the likes of Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn dance in my head, so I guess you could call this a celebration to all pretty, classy and sophisticated ladies :-)
Either way hope you enjoy it, and who knows it might pop on Youtube in the near future!