Mae West Revisited


We all miss you, Mae.

We miss your finesse,

Balancing the bawdy,

You were consistently naughty,

But no crack whore skank.

Thank you for all those bold solicitations,

Invitations UP,

To see you some time.

Adoring your rhythms

So lyrical& sublime:

"I used to be snow white,

But I drifted."

We miss you, Mae.

We miss your libidinous subtlety.

Mae West: an articulate woman in her day.

Not Lisa Lampanelli crude,

Yet still fun.

Far from--in any sense-

A prude.

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