Queen of The Late-Night Screen

Poem by H.L. Dowless

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All her life she woke up with the rising sun,
She bucked the golden hay,
And cropped that tobacco,
While she drove a tractor all day 
for fun.
 
She could fight like a man,
And cuss like a sailor,
While she rolled snake eyes fast as any person can;
But she can also be the tailor,
Painting pictures in jars filled with yellow sand.
 
She excelled in school,
Carried her own books up to the bus,
She’s no fool,
She says
Her body will never mold or rust.
 
She grew into a figure eight,
Had it all in the right places,
She liked good pay,
She played with the top aces.