She has the juiciest blueberry eyes,
a maraschino cherry belly-button,
and chocolate-covered strawberry
earrings hanging from both ears.
Wilting sunlit sunflowers can’t
flourish between her thighs.
This Scotch lass is so repressed
she has no breasts or behind.
Highlander bag-pipers play
a shrill refrain for her to dance
hop gigs, step gigs and treble gigs
with both arms at her side.