Ode to the Unattainable Beautiful Blonde Girl

[Jkimmer]

She walks gracefully down the street
Her long golden mane flowing behind her, dancing to her every step
She glances at me, her gorgeous eyes make my heart skip a beat
Her flawless face glows with healthy radiance

Her voluptuous body is positively stunning
Her impeccably shaped breasts bounce upon her heaving chest
Her derrier so deliciously round and firm
Her hips so slim they cry "hold me! hold me!"

She is someone you could adore forever
She is someone you'd want to please
She is someone you'd want to hold on to
She is the unattainable beautiful blonde girl

[amuse]

bootylicious. but, is she loving and intelligent, and an avid supporter of the sierra club as well?
rather descriptive - i was . which i suppose means that this would be great in a gallery!

[atiguhya padma]

Completely agree with you amuse. When I think of the term ‘beautiful people’, the kind of person who is the subject of this poem isn’t likely to come to mind. Still horses for courses as they say. Takes all sorts.

[Hardy Parkerson]

Reminds me of this one I wrote for my sexretary once when she asked me to write her a poem:

O Baby, Baby, Can't You See!

O Baby Baby, can't you see!
You're makin' a fool out of me.
I'm not made of steel,
I'm only a man;
And, Baby, you've got me eatin'
out of your hand.
That face would launch
a thousand ships.
And O that I could
kiss those lips!
O Baby, Baby, can't you see
You're makin' a fool out of me!


She was as impressed with my poem, as I was with her. Later she quit, said the "sexual tension" was just too strong. I've learned in almost forty years of having sexretaries that you either fall in love with them or you grow to hate them, and vice versa.

HMP

[Hardy Parkerson]

How about this one?

Those Chicks at Starbucks
by
Hardy Parkerson

O I haven’t written a poem
In quite a long time,
So I guess I’ll try writin’ one
And try to make it rhyme.

If I work real hard
And have a little luck,
I might become a bard
Writin’ ‘bout those chicks at Starbucks.

Seems all those beautiful gals
Have gone to Starbucks, Slick;.
So I gotta get over there, pal
And find me a chick real quick.

Those gals at Starbucks
Look like a bunch of movie stars;
But it’s I in my old truck
And they in their flashy cars.

But I’ve found out somethin'
'Bout a truck I didn’t know:
It’s if you have a truck,
It’s with you they wanta go.

There's somethin' ‘bout a truck
That makes a Starbucks honey
Wanta climb up in that cab
And help you spend your money.