Cover Girl

Once I was modeling in a strange town,
at day’s weary end, I slipped on my gown.
I went for a soda, wow there you stood,
tall, dark, and lanky, you looked pretty good.

Temptation was strong to walk up and say,
“Hi there good-looking would you like to play?”
While dropping my coins in the soda machine,
I can’t help but spy those tight fitting jeans.

I didn’t suspect as you stood by the door,
you’d blatantly brush, my gown to the floor.
When back to my senses I split in a flash,
away from this scene, I surely did dash.

I ran down the hallway; felt like a clown,
the key to my room was still in my gown.
Quick! in a closet, the best place to hide,
there I would linger, my time I would bide.

Shameful and scared, I peek out the door,
I need to retrieve my gown from the floor.
Who is that standing there looking at me,
down in the hallway, I can’t plainly see?

O, Heaven forbid! My lord it’s the Pope,
and he has the burning Candle of Hope!
Dear God, in heaven! O, this just can’t be!
Why in the world is this happening to me.

Please everybody just leave me alone!
Can someone get me a cellular phone?
I smile at the Pope in bare-naked skin.
He said, “Jesus forgives all of your sin.

The Candle of Hope brightly must shine,
spreading its glow to the end of all time.
Is someone getting this woman a phone?
If not, I suspect we better move on.”

Next morning in shame, my heart truly bleeds;
I pick up the paper, and guess what it reads!
MODEL BARES MORE THAN SINS TO THE POPE
AS HE MOVES THROUGH TOWN WITH THE CANDLE OF HOPE


© Copyright 2005 Mattie Sue Dubois (Dark Moon)