Margaret, Why

She's got no time for lackadaisical thought
She is, she is, orange, red and black
With a glimpse of her grace
And the smile on her face
I will surely keep coming back

She's got, she's got, a wicked twist
Not of leg, but mind contortionist
And I don't quite know
What of her I find so
Incredibly hard to resist

So I've got her mid-kiss and I wonder why
I say, "Margaret, why are your lips so dry?"
But to that, no, no, she won't reply
She really doesn't care, hell...
Neither do I

(Written on October 12, 2012)

© Ricky Randall
October 15, 2012