Vesta the RedheadA Poem by Dennis ShanabergWhat do you get when you mix the religions of Ancient Rome with rock songs about women? This, I think.She’s a hot headed woman With the sun in her eyes. It’s afire. She’s on fire. That red-headed woman With hot flames in her heart. It’s afire. She’s on fire. There’s a furnace inside, ‘Bout to explode when the temp gets too high. She makes them bad boys cry. Then, the good ones get sent home, by and bye. Her bark, it really bites Because all her words always come out right. This girl, she sure ain’t shy. And there’s never been a smarter tongue or mind. She’s got hot hot heat- Blood in her cheeks. She’s so hot for me, Had me chasin’ for weeks. She’s just out of reach, And so hard to read. She must be hot on me. Damn she’s got me weak in the knees. She’s a hot headed woman With the sun in her eyes. It’s afire. She’s on fire. That red-headed woman With hot flames in her heart. It’s afire. She’s on fire. They’re all passin’ the Vestal virgins around. Taking turns together. We all turn together. Dear sweet Vesta, don’t let the fire go out. Let it burn forever. Make it burn forever. Their flames all buried, in smoke it’s died. We still turn together. Will we turn forever? Good ghost, Vesta, please bring this fire to life. May we burn together. Let us burn forever. She’s got hot hot heat- Blood in her cheeks. She’s so hot for me, Had me chasin’ for weeks. She’s a hot headed woman With the sun in her eyes. It’s afire. She’s on fire. That red-headed woman With hot flames in her heart. It’s afire. She’s on fire.
© 2010 Dennis ShanabergAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on March 30, 2010 Last Updated on March 30, 2010 AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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