The Re-Tooled Tisha Bleu (Somebody Loved them Tisha)

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The Re-Tooled Tisha Bleu (Somebody Loved them Tisha)

Local Rebel
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0 posted 2000-03-23 04:27 PM

Somebody loved them Tisha,

The young girls called
to splendor in painted pageants
Gowned and Crowned libations
drunk Each bloomed and
Bloomered in chiffon
Tender blossoms
budding in southern belles carillons
ringing whet anticipations

Pick me, Pick me

Paraded
for all to ravish
in lavish tendrils
of society's inner circles
buzzing around
Star eyed girls
twinkling in vaseline smiles

Somebody loved them Tisha
You took them
The ones who faltered
slipping glass-eyed

Told them they were
slightly tarnished
but with Your help
they could be the sovereigns
of a bigger prize
with just a tad
of your precious
Magic Dust and coaching
your extra little edge
of confidence
little pumpkins could
ride in carriages to
the fancy Ball

You took them

Then you showed them
bigger sky's with stars
brighter than the countryside
that Princes with power
and glory could be So
Generously grateful
for small favors
Little favors
Savored between youthful
thighs and
It was just one time

One night--
Who would know?

Somebody loved them Tisha Bleu
Like your husband;
He showed them the second
was easier than the first time
and a little more magic dust,
made it all a pretty party
A cumming out of Sorts

Your own daughter Tisha,
A slender slice of
Cheesecake at only
Twelve you dressed her
In a scandalously skimpy
Leotard to show how fair
her fairness at
the county fairs
as she tumbled and tossed
and twisted for
Senators and Bankers,
Lawyers, and Aldermen
she spun the mat
Spun their heads
as you collected
Bids

Somebody loved her Tisha
daddy's little girl
even the rat he was
face down in the backyard pool
what tragedy befell you madam ?

Wouldn't let such
sentiment Stand
in your way

Somebody loved them all Tisha Bleu
Somebody

Not you

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Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb? -Kahlil Gibran

[This message has been edited by Local Rebel (edited 03-23-2000).]

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