Vixen

Twirl

Little girl

Your beautiful colors

confuse them

Without their strategy

Pumping

Fueling your dedication

What purpose do you serve?

You wobble without their guidance

Bobble you do with it

Bob you do

Spin faster and faster

 then you stop

 fall down though never flat

You fly with the wind

out of control

dazzle them

They tire

And retire you

There’s always a larger palm tree

anxious to make your acquaintance

quenching your thirst

with juice from the risen coconuts

Not such forbidden fruit

When one’s age not always negates circulation

Unable to be able

to enable you

never

Where is the root to your

method of madness?

Meanwhile,

 because you give them your head

they think they are in your mind

Twirl, little girl

You make looking pretty so easy