Member Rara Avis
America the beautiful
She struts around in little shirts and tight, leg-hugging pants,
An open invitation for those who want to take the chance.
She attracts men with her figure and entraps them with her eyes.
Her victims fall for her and she begins to tell her lies.
It all began one fateful day, the first he met this girl.
She looked at him with widened eyes and set his heart awhirl.
She'd take his hand and hold it, say she'd never let it go
He held on to her every word, because he loved her so.
She'd kiss him and caress him, and tremble at his touch
While murmuring she loved him so very, very much.
And when she was alone, she'd laugh-things were going well!
She had captured this guy's heart and placed him underneath her spell.
All this went on until the day when he called out her name
And looked into her hardened eyes to see they weren't the same.
He went home that day with a very broken heart
Once again the temptress had acted out her part.
And to this very day, she walks around in little shirts
Seducing the unknowing men, not caring who she hurts.
But ask any of her victims, for they truly know it well~
They'll let you know she'll make your life into a living hell.
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail-
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
-Oliver Wendell Holmes
[This message has been edited by Elizabeth (edited 02-13-2000).]