burlesque queen

Burlesque Queen A Poem by debileah

Mama sang irish lullabies.

As she strummed her old gibson guitar.

She danced and crooned under the full moon.

She took to the stage, as a showgirl.

Dancing as a burlesque queen.

Slap stick comedy was on the venue.

Mama was a beautiful and talented girl.

With a smile that could melt your heart.

Eyes the darkest shade of brown.

She would sing and dance her way to fame.

But along came a Frenchman who swept her away.

My dear old dad it was in the spring.

With a wedding in June.

Two babies later.

My sister and I were born.

Yes mama sang irish lullabies.

To her babies in their cribs every night.

As she strummed her old gibson guitar.