by Jeph Johnson
Just Genesee, her silhouette
Pulls her hair into a net
For all to see, then pirouettes,
Without a care, without regrets.
Just Genesee, my mademoiselle
Trying to stand, baby gazelle
So much esprit; cannot be quelled
Complete command; yet none can tell
Just Genesee, just what to do
Or who to know, or who is who,
Or who to see, or what is true
Her cameo's the ingenue
Just Genesee: a girl I knew