Blonde and buttery, a pleasurable perfection
creates sounds that blissfully perpetuate
carefully crafted notes of musical magic,
mesmerizing crowds that listen in awe.
Across the stage, rich majestic mahogany
arpeggiates gratifying waves of wonder;
her chords delightful and her body ebony
ears and eyes feast upon sounds and sights.
Monterey pop, a prodigy, painted and proud,
modified for appeal, a sound that astounds.
Melodies invade, a plethora of joy proceeds,
making shivers frisson down and through.
The crowd sits still, for merely a second.
Applause ensues, a standing ovation, and,
while a crowd stands, I float, like a feather
and Betty, Lucy, and Mary blush backstage.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
Blonde and buttery, a pleasurable perfection
creates sounds that blissfully perpetuate
carefully crafted notes of musical magic,
mesmerizing crowds that listen in awe.
Across the stage, rich majestic mahogany
arpeggiates gratifying waves of wonder;
her chords delightful and her body ebony
ears and eyes feast upon sounds and sights.
Monterey pop, a prodigy, painted and proud,
modified for appeal, a sound that astounds.
Melodies invade, a plethora of joy proceeds,
making shivers frisson down and through.
The crowd sits still, for merely a second.
Applause ensues, a standing ovation, and,
while a crowd stands, I float, like a feather
and Betty, Lucy, and Mary blush backstage.
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