Flower, not the stalk

No matter what flower you are,

Or where from you spring,

If you have in you nectar,

In search of which will swarm the moths.

No matter what girl you are,

Or to what creed you belong,

If you are in prime youth

In search of which will throng men.

Whether white or chocolate,

A racehorse is delightful to watch.

Whether whitish or coal-fish,

A curvaceous woman is catchy.

Youth and figure drop one’s stalk.

06.12.2000