Monday, 21 April 2014

Lady of Beauty

A queen she was - a lady of charm,
Whose beauty caught many an eye,
Heads always turned her direction,
Whenever she sauntered by. 

Where did she come from; nobody knew,
Suddenly it seemed she was there,
Almost as if a wand were waved,
She appeared out of thin air. 

Perhaps her past was shady,
No one even knew her full name,
One day a strange, black car pulled up,
And out-stepped this lady of fame. 

She stepped to the ground with assurance,
Like a magnet, she drew attention,
She stopped and turned, reserved and aloof,
No apparent apprehension. 

True Grecian sculpture at its best,
Her nose, quite aquiline,
Well-molded chin, unblemished skin,
Her profile, most divine. 

Her figure perfect - without flaw,
Her stance erect - outstanding,
Her demeanor showed she was in charge,
Her attitude - commanding. 

She took the place by storm,
It's never been the same,
In all respects, true beauty,
A female with no shame. 

She greeted few - befriended less,
This blue-blood of aristocrats,
Upon her throne, she sat alone,
Her Royal Majesty, the Cat.

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright 2002

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