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Jenny The Queen Of The Carnival
By Peter Christopher Raymond
Copyright 2013
The sacred sum of her pure particles
Dispensing the kisses at the town carnival
In a pink summer dress she stood at her station
With a bland pleasant smile assessing each patron
Shutting her eyes and pursing her lips
Laughing politely at unfunny quips
Her spirit is stretched and diminished
Although her shift is far from finished
Gazing out upon the barely thinning throngs
Scouring the crowd for one to whom she belongs
Another customer chatty and randy
With breath of beer and cotton candy
A light quiet rip as she pulls away
Her L’Oréal stripped in the course of the day
The oddest assortment of tastes on her senses
While running the risk of grim consequences
Her poisoned palette and a plethora of smells
And the pound of a mallet and the clang of a bell
The sky turns to crimson as she exits her booth
With the breeze at her knees and the wonder of youth
Rests on a bench with her face warmly drenched
Her hunger appeased and her thirst quenched
By a giant soft pretzel and a four dollar beer
As a muscular hand strokes the length of her hair
