Them Ole Blue Eyes

Them old blue eyes

Like a walking scarecrow

But way more beautiful

 

Limber

With straw-like hair

Colored in blonde

 

Eyes that

would envy any deep ocean

what’s behind is beneath

 

The mysteries

Of the call of a whale

There your voice speaks

 

You scare the crow

With your beauty

It’s claw pecked to save you

 

Though your robe does not change

With rest why should I care

Porcelain and deliciousness

 

Oh, do I Hail

Them ole blue eyes

You impale me