You should’ve seen her
She wore a funky dress
That clung to her body
Like a second skin
Of shimmering snake scales.
She was lithe
And full of grace.
Whenever she walked by
The Vultures smoking cigarettes
Followed…
A whole flock…
A thousand hungry eyes…
With a kittens purr
And a sly smile
Full of promise
She caused
A riot
An uproar
Of fluttering hearts
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