The Poetry of Primadonna Angela

Primadonna Angela


Lavender

Like a queen
Like a teen
Swaying gracefully
but so tiny weeny silly.

Smells so nice
You're a teaser's vice
Lavender, you're so arrogant
The way you smile is indignant.

Lavender, you're who
So cold and maliciously purple-blue
Lavender, please be true
Lavender, I love you.

(06-01-1998)