Beauty

In 1959, I wrote a poem called Beauty Queen.  At the time I wrote it, I thought I was being clever and funny. Friends who read it got a good laugh and I never gave it another thought.  Fast forward to the year 2012.  Somehow, I don't find Beauty Queen as hilarious as I once did!

Beauty Queen

I was in college,

my second year,

when I saw her,

what a dear.

I eyed her from a distance

until it paid off --

sheer persistence.

Five feet four

and free from sin.

On her thrity-eights

she wore my pin.

White teeth

like pearls of the sea

and a tiny waist,

just right for me.

Long, blond hair

flowing in the sun

and green eyes

sparkling with fun.

We dated, we wooed,

we fell in love,

me and my

little turtle dove.

I asked her to

be my wife

and be with me

the rest of my life.

She agreed

and we set a date.

I sure give thanks

for my wonderful fate.

She's a perfect beauty queen,

the prettiest girl I have every seen.

On our wedding day
I knew I'd soon be
with my lady sweet.
The one I loved
from her head
to the bottom of her feet.
As we crossed the

threshold of our room

I faintly smelled

her arousing perfume.

She looked at me

and whispered low,

"Get comfy, dear,

let the champagne flow.

I'll be right back,

now, don't go away

for it's time to relax today."

I crawled into bed

to patiently wait

the coming of

my beautiful mate.

"Here I come,

my handsome groom,"

she said, as she

entered the room.

In her hand she carried her hair,

a pink lace girdle

she tossed on the chair.

Her thirty-eights slipped

down to her waist

until her middle was

completely erased.

She stumbled around

and finally found

thick glasses

with frames so round.

Pulling out her partial

she smiled at me,

and lisped,

"Ohs darsling,

I'ms so hasppy."

E. Rodriguez

May 6, 1959