Seeing Tricia Nixon When I was Fifteen

She looked like her chlorine pool

Her upturned nose said you were a fool

Her angry tears stung like the water

The blondest beast gave no quarter

 

Her ravishing rage was eloquent

A lake devoid of sediment

A fluid approximating fire

Her arias arrogated the choir

 

A sparkling queen all aquamarine

The tartest speech that loves to demean

Her eyes glared like the radiant sun

Your skin shriveled as she won

 

Her bathing suit licked her skin

The buttocks were like mescaline

A curvy dream of the wiggily sweet

The damn desire she’d defeat

 

Copyright, David Gottfried, 2007

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