Pretty is as pretty does, <br />her mama used to tell her. <br />But what a pretty face did most <br />was to get her into trouble. <br /> <br />They looked at her with smiles all fangs; <br />she only noticed the sky. <br />She never looked upon the men <br />who wished to taste her thigh. <br /> <br />One fine day she walked the streets, <br />tho' not in the professional sense. <br />A man approached with soft, warm eyes <br />to bestow a soulful glance. <br /> <br />...She thought he was a keeper, <br />and he certainly seemed deeper <br />than all the creeps - oh jeepers! - <br />hard on course to grab and 'sleep' her... <br /> <br />Yes, pretty is as pretty does <br />her wise mama used to say; <br />but she wishes she'd been plainer <br />if it meant her man weren't gay! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(9.8.06)<br /><br />Esther Leclerc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pretty-mess/
