She breezed in like a Chevrolet,
drove me out of my mind and
she blew me away.

Sassy and chic
she
redefined sleek.

'how classy the chassis',
said the working class man
who knew of nothing
except the runnings of
his second hand van.


Beauty will always be
running wild
when she's
running free,
but who could detain her,
indeed
who could refrain her
from
putting the
chains around
me.