Susan K. Rowse
New Age Girl Who had a Little Curl
New Age dreamers rushing by this silly wanton girl,
Eyes that catch, securely grasp the one and only curl...
The middle of the forehead as it drapes oe'r eyes of blue,
Total badness was her way with a fellows heart so true.
When she was good the sun would shine ever hot and torrid,
However bad she made her bed with ways completely horrid.
Personality was the game of cunning ways to woo ...
The souls of those so innocent to this one of charm and, who....
Could swim up stream with grace and style...always kept her pace...
She'd turn and swim the other way... never giving up the space,
The sensuous souls her heart took in , remain so hot and torrid...
For when she was good ...this girl was great,
But when she was bad....she was horrid!