I am Lily (with one el...) . She liked to play, she said <br />Ball games, mind games, word games even even rackets <br />So long as it amused her mind, filled her pockets <br />She'd score at home, she'd cheer if hired <br /> <br />She enjoyed to spend, we heard <br />Nothing for free, all good things had a price <br />So long as she wasn't paying, times were nice <br />She'd charm you all day, obliging til you had paid <br /> <br />She loved making music, and she sang <br />blew pipes, rock n'roll, beat the bongo <br />So long as you owned the instrument, she'd drive you loco <br />She'd serenade you today, she'd bathe you with her tongue <br /> <br />Lily (with one el) ... mind there, as talented as she <br />Got ill one day, had no visiting friends who'd afford the fee <br />But so long as her tombstone stood etched 'Lily' <br />Just long enough any passerby could read it for free <br /> <br />Too damned to care, just as she did in her prime <br />And for a long while bushes engulfing her lair <br />She lies cold in a gilded casket that her savings bought her <br />Lily of the Bush, wantonly popular in her time <br /> <br />040108<br /><br />Sylvi Sylva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lily-of-the-bush/
