Her life is a closed book,
she’s no tattoos on her skin.
She don’t broadcast who she is,
where she’s goin’, where she’s bin.
Got more curves than a racetrack,
cast a grid girl as plain Jane.
She’s the hardest nut to crack,
puts a killer Queen to shame.
She’s as pretty as a picture,
launch a thousand ships for sure.
She’s a lady in the day,
in the night a perfect whore.
She has intelligence and wit,
integrity and grit.
©31.7.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman