She bounces and sways
as she sashays.
She hides her lips
neath parasol tips.
She’s prettily plump.
She grinds and bumps.
She takes my hand.
“The day is grand!
Don’t be gray
and starve away.
Come dance the streets
with me in pink.
Don’t live a life
that makes you shrink.”
published in Prolific Pulse
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