The Loveliness of Mrs. Evelyn Astair

Living alongside a rich man's life.

Stunning with yards of long hair.
She was a boring billionaire's wife.
Her name was Mrs. Evelyn Astaire.

Days spent with friends drinking tea.
Any party with her, quite the affair.
Always hosting soiree's featuring,
the bewitching, long haired, Evelyn Astaire.

He was an up and coming artist,
came from Warsaw, tagged a debonair.
Hand picked to paint the portrait,
of the enchantress, Evelyn Astaire.

She wanted it a bit risque,
but quiet enough to hang downstairs.
He was to highlight, the long flowing hair,
of the captivating, Evelyn Astaire.

As she posed for the painting.
Her husband had no idea, was unaware.
The debonair artist, was creating,
the portrait of the divine, Evelyn Astaire.

He found out and went into a rage.
Had fits of anger and bouts of despair.
At the very thought anyone would see
this portrait of the ravishing Evelyn Astaire.

The artist sent packing to Warsaw.
Had plenty of cash now to spare.
Was to never tell of painting
the portrait of the heavenly, Evelyn Astaire.

It would stay covered in the attic.
Heartbroken her portrait would never air.
She thought it forever not to be found,
in the home of famous sibling, Mr. Astaire.

Living in the shadow of her brother.
She yearned to make the world aware.
She wanted to be admired through,
the portrait of the exquisite, Evelyn Astaire.

For years, the portrait stayed covered.
In a sad state of disrepair.
The crowning jewel of her composure.
Centerpiece of the elegant, Evelyn Astaire.

Finally her portrait was returned.
Now penniless, but she didn't care.
She could now show the world,

the loveliness of the young, Evelyn Astaire.

R. S. Morris