Rathflaed DuNoir: Poetry<br>
Your Pictures do not Do You Justice<br>
by Rathflaed DuNoir<br>
The Black Bard of Meridies<br>
mka: Stephen R. Melvin<br>
Black as midnight are your raven tresses,<br>
Like finest china, your porcelain skin,<br>
Your lips, unless I miss my guesses,<br>
Sweeter than mead from finest grain.<br>
I have not seen with mine own eyes,<br>
The wondrous gifts upon your chest,<br>
So I'm left to guess and to surmise,<br>
The truest nature of your breasts.<br>
Your legs seemed to go on forever,<br>
(Or was it just your high, high heels?)<br>
And since they were encased in leather,<br>
I can only wonder, how they feel.<br>
But your pictures do not meet you girl,<br>
They don't do you justice by half a mile,<br>
Not one of them in this big wide world,<br>
Has captured what I have seen - your smile.<br>
And you'll sell your books and sign your name,<br>
And miss the important part, no doubt.<br>
You're a pin-up girl and it's such a shame,<br>
For you're prettier in person, you're prettier when out.<br>
7 Dec 1996<br>
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