Gone is our Lisa and her beautiful legs
I’ll never forget the time
We all were over to Aunt Pat’s place
And voted to enjoy the brine
When Lisa removed her terry there
More than one of us stared
Legs like hers were pricey gems
To touch them few souls dared
Lisa’s face was also cute
It housed a tiny nose
Her smile was wide, always quick
And pleasant, like a rose
Oh Lisa, you’ve left us, gone with your jewels
They’ll never again wade the surf
And to think there’s nothing any can do—
No sea lies beneath your turf!
As you share her lovely essence! all over again....
Write On!
STay Positive!
STay STrong!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Shexoooo
interesting poem...
well done Randall...
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Micke