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| Shirley, Karl & Sarah |
As the two-week harvest comes to an end I reflect on the
showiest pony in the field – the peony
Lovers wait all year for you to appear only to agonise over
the tightness of your bald head preferring to buy a lollipop
stick over a tight pink nana perm – girl so confusing
Take her out and she’s always going to be your drunk auntie
at the wedding cutting the best moves on the dance floor to
a remix disco version of Beez in the Trap
Bee beez in the trap she’ll step outside take a deep breath &
feel real high
Oh Pee you’re as bosomy as Sophia Loren in Pret A Porter
during a pretend Paris Fashion week
As sexy as Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra before she married
Richard Burton for the first time
You’re the lingering scents of lily of the valley talcum powder
and butterfly kisses like your great gran’s Russian fudge
A bride so blushing – a butch biker in a pashmina – the dude
in white flares – a head prefect going for dux – a secret crush
a quiet lover – that friend
Sweet Pee you’re the milk chocolate Bailey truffle of the Christ
mass assortment – you’re the hot-tonged blonde who’ll ghost us
too soon and leave the cake out in the rain
Yo man tell cousin Pansy to kiss my ass – until next year.
Jane Bloomfield
Nicki Minaj - Beez in the Trap
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