She paints her love with broad and zesty strokes
is not afraid to wear it on her sleeves,
loves all of love and all that love evokes
and, heaven knows, how sweetly she deceives.
No man was ever pierced by Crystal eyes
who didn’t suffer partial loss of sight.
No man was ever speared by Crystal lies
who didn’t volunteer for her delight.
As lost and foggy is to sailor eyes
so is this siren’s call to sailor hearts.
Though one should know enough to realize
that nymphs, perhaps, appeal to other parts.
Distracting lonely shepherds for the fox,
she’s to B.S. what Stonehenge is to rocks.